#night lamp

The Alexandrinsky Theatre. St.Petersburg.

I wake up 4 am

Frightened and confused

In the dead silence

Never felt the darkness of night like this before

I can feel the time moving

Whom I should call ?

The man I loved never show up at my door

So I pick my shawl covered my freezing arms

And pace back and forth in my balcony alone

While my empty bedroom stare into my soul

All my fears starts to crawling up

How I end up always feeling so lonely ?

How to find a real Man who knows how to hold me?

Tired and helpless eyes

looks away towards the silent city

Take a deep breath with little hope

The light will come soon

*Gets down in all fours and looks down the floor*

PLEASE..JUST ONE NIGHTLIGHT(folly x lampert) FIC. THERES NO FIC OF IT YET../bottom folly bc I can-

DROP TO THE DISTRACK. AND MY LIFE..IS YOURES..

Not my ship but okay!

Спи моя радость усни...

(Lampert x Folly)

Lampert rubbed his eye, his light flickering. He was tired after the toils of the day, and all he wanted was to rest. He was just so sleepy… He walked to his bedroom very slowly, his mind barely working. He felt like in a thick mist. His legs were too heavy. He wanted to lie down, and sleep… "What a day, hm?" he heard a familiar feminine voice. He looked up, with sheepish eyes almost closing. Folly sat on his bed, her crimson eyes glowing in the dark. She swayed her leg, looking at Lampert. She tilted her head, then chuckled. "It's alright, my prince. You shall rest…" her deep voice was so soothing, like a lullaby. Lampert watched her stand up, as she walked to him and cupped his cheeks, carressing his lampshade face. "You need to refresh first…" Folly said, which meant Lampert should take a shower. Lampert nodded slowly. He was so tired, he could only whisper. "Okay…"

Lampert laid on his cozy bed, enjoying the touch of his cotton pyjamas. His tail embraced his leg, as he hugged himself. Folly covered him in a white duvet, stroking his adorable face. She laid next to him, as he closed his eyes. She put her hand on his back, the other on his hip. Lampert was soothed by the warmth and scent of Folly. He felt like floating in a black void, in a perfect silence. Hi mind was dull, so dull. Folly listened to Lampert's soft breathing, glad he feels safe. She started to hum a lullaby for him… "Спи, моя ра́дость, усни́… В до́ме пога́сли огни́, Пти́чки прити́хли в са́ду, Ры́бки усну́ли в пруду…" She sang quietly, in a gentle tone. The song was slow, soothing, and calm. It helped Lampert drift away to a sleep… "Ме́сяц на не́бе блести́т, Ме́сяц в око́шко гляди́т…" Lampert was now in a very deep sleep, nuzzling onto the pillow. He faintly smiled in sleep. "Глазки скоре́е сомкни́, Спи, моя ра́дость, усни́…" Folly sang the last two verses of the lullaby, then looked at Lampert. "Goodnight, my prince…" Folly said, kissing Lampert's forehead, before disappearing in a black fog.