Cersie watched and listened with rapt attention. Cursed treasure. Seemed fitting. Though he didn't want to take any of it. He had no use for riches or precious jewels. His obsessive compulsive tendencies were just making his hands shake some. "No, I would just want to organize it all. Make glass compartments and enclosures. Clean and dust everything. I suppose it wouldn't bar to temptation of others but I hate messy things." It was a funny admittance, but he didn't see a reason to keep that from Iseulith.<br/><br/>They seemed to also plummet deeper and deeper into the vampire's keep. It made sense, too. All of it did. Cursed treasure. Magic. Steering clear of any possible means of daylight. The vampire had one very real weakness, and he was putting his life in Cersie's hands. What more motive did he have to trust him beyond that? It was almost flattering. He followed, his heart racing within the confines of his chest despite the calm he showed visibly. He didn't want to go into the tiny coffin. Every part of him screamed not to. His eyes lifted from the outstretched hand to Iseulith's eyes. His tongue was firmly tied in his mouth, unable to form words, to reaffirm what the other was trying to persuade him of.<br/><br/>It was odd, but thanks to the vampire's blood in his veins he could feel the press of dawn, and it filled him with a sort of weariness. He shook his head as he grasped the vampire's hand, letting him pull him into the coffin. It was a tight fit indeed, though fortunately it was long enough at least that he didn't have to scrunch his knees. They were both lanky enough that they could fit side by side. When the lid was closed over them, Cersie pressed his hands to Iseulith's chest. Panic nearly consumed him,  especially seeing the twin serpent eyes staring at him with what was akin to mischief, but then the other kissed him. It was so unexpected that he was caught off guard and unawares. He leaned into the embrace, trusting the cool arms around him. He chanted a mantra, silently to himself.<i>I'm safe. He won't harm me. I'm safe. </i>Cersie's eyes closed, listening as the life left his companion's body. He wasn't sure what was more unnerving: being in such tight confines, or the fact that it now felt like he was lying next to a corpse.<br/><br/>Had he expected anything less? It took a good solid hour convincing himself not to flee, and shortly after that he succumbed to his own dreams. They were filled with such powerful visions. The world ripped apart by floods and massive winds, the earth flattened by his sheer power. Though it soon grew erotic and heated. Breath surged into his own lungs, dragging him into the waking world to the sharp sting of fangs in his throat and the delicious euphoria that chased it. Cersie cried out in the tight confines of the coffin, his fear forgotten as his mind was wrapped in a vice, just as secure as Iseulith's grip on his body. His drug addiction was still a very real thing, though the more Iseulith fed from him, the quicker the toxins that made opiates so addictive dissipate, until it was only the sensation caused by his venom that left Cersie aching for more.<br/><br/>"Iseu," he breathed, clutching his arms, trying to get closer, though that wasn't really possible considering they were already molded together in the tight space. It was impossible to think that he was still trapped in the confines, though trapped wouldn't have even been the operative word. If he wanted to he could escape, and he really didn't. Not when he was being pumped full of delicious ecstasy. He could feel Iseulith's erection against his stomach, and his own ground hot and heavy against his hip, their limbs a tangled mess. His eyes glowed, illuminating the soft fabric that cushioned them. A warm, ever so slight breeze flowed through the tomb, tousling Iseulith's hair. Cersie brushed his lips along his collarbone, moaning with every pull of his life into the other's body. It was a great and wondrous thing, providing the life that sustained the ancient creature. His body was relaxed, though he was extremely aroused. The vampire was able to derive such reactions out of his body.<br/><br/>He still somewhat felt like the other was a puppet master, pulling his strings, but he also believed they had established a deeper understanding for one another and a sort of trust between them, given that he hadn't left or killed the vampire in his dead sleep.