Stories that involve Melody as a point of view character.
“Ms. Cassingham, I need your attention back for a moment.” Miriam said.
Yes Your Honor?” Briana said, reluctantly disengaging from Jane.
“Do you consent to your adoption by Veronica Rasmussen?”
“Yes, yes please.” Briana said, blinking away tears.
“Gary, do you know who Shazam! is?” Briana asked. She picked up her mug of cocoa for another sip. “Yeah, Billy Batson, he turns into an adult superhero.” Gary nodded. “Why?” Briana looked around the apartment, pondering her next words. Gary’s place was nice. It was just a studio, but he’d made it cozy. They …
Melody woke up next to Veronica, cuddled against her. That was seriously weird. They’d come to rely on her older, gothier roommate for a while, but there was still some distance. There wasn’t a lot of distance at the moment. More like a thin nightshirt on Veronica’s side, and only-slightly-thicker pajamas on Melody’s. Briana was …
((Content warning: Self Harm, descriptions of depression)) Monday morning came on unbearably hard. Melody looked out at the snow dumping out of the sky and piling on the lawn. It would be absolute heaven to get a fresh diaper, a snowsuit and go out in the fluffy white with Briana. They checked their phone for …
“Briana, is your goal for this shopping trip to make me cry?” Veronica asked happily, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.
((Content Warning: Depiction of severe depression)) Two major tests and a lab report completely wiped Melody’s week out. On Rosa’s side, dodging the worst of Black Friday meant she had to pull doubles, right through the weekend. A week without Rosa time felt more like a year. There was nothing to fear though. Melody’s social …
Briana sat in her fluffy unicorn pajamas, on the floor of Veronica and Jane’s front room, looking up at the two of them. They were (hopefully!) at the end of a big long super serious discussion, and Briana was getting pretty squirmy. She was doing her best to pay attention and also look like she …
Earlier that evening. Melody paused with their hand hovering over the doorknob to their house. What would they say to Veronica if she was home? Nothing came to mind. A conversation seemed inevitable. Inevitably horrible. Melody looked around to make sure no one was watching them stand outside their door awkwardly. There wasn’t anyone, but …
There was nothing worse than being lonely. Except, of course, being lonely and deserving it. Briana sat against the corner of her playpen and listlessly batted her stuffies back and forth. The Round Table of Cloudland had been demoted from proud knights to pillows, chew toys, and stuff to toss around the playpen. All of …
Melody flipped through their phone while they waited for Rosa to get home from work. They hadn’t seen Briana since Thanksgiving dinner. Hopefully their little sister was okay. Melody wondered if Briana would be okay with them calling her that. It felt good to do privately at least, felt right. Briana was on some kind …