Charon steeped forward; ready to reacquaint his destroyed lips with her rosy lips, when a knock came at the door. He looked at her, and she sighed, moving to open the door. She found Macreedy standing there, arms crossed.
"Come with me, Mungo." Charon moved to follow, but the mayor stuck out his hand. "You can stay. This won't take long." Anastasia looked at him, shrugged, and followed the young boy out the door.
Charon was almost asleep on the mattress when he heard the door quietly click closed, and noticed the dull glow of Anastasia's pip-boy as she silently made her way over. He was too tired to move, so instead he just watched her as she moved to the lamp and blew out the flame. He felt the mattress shift as she crawled up next to him, putting an arm across him.
"What'd they want?" he asked her, quietly. She yawned, and he felt her breath on his skin as she responded.
"I've been elected official mother of Little Lamplight. Seems Bumble couldn't help but brag, and everyone went to Macreedy."
"What does the position entitle? We're supposed to move out tomorrow."
"Oh, I sang them all a lullaby, kissed them all goodnight, and promised to stop by regularly."
"That's a lot of kids to kiss." Anastasia kissed Charon's cheek lightly.
"Don't be jealous. Here, I'll sing to you too." Charon looked over in the blackness, searching for her outline.
"Kid-" he started, but she softly whispered the song next to him, clearly falling asleep.
-I do not own Shed Your Love by the Helio Sequence- "Drank the dark wine of the New York night, my shattered mind across the borderline, spent the night in someone else's arms, shed your love, shed your love…shed your love, shed your love…" She mumbled the last word, and sighed, her breathing evening out as she fell into sleep.
Charon distantly wondered where she learned the song, but his mind was more occupied on the feelings the song caused. He felt so sorry for her, her sad voice echoing through the darkness, alone.
Maybe, if I weren't a ghoul, she'd have someone to sing with…
But Charon knew that he wouldn't have sang even when he had the voice to, knew how his one weakness was forming words that needed to be said. So he remained silent and drifted off to sleep, her song still echoing in her ears.