#thefirstmelody

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.

 It wasn’t hard to see that, in the company of a child, the Doctor could easily feel at home or at ease. So, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that he happily and almost eagerly agreed to show young Melody one of his favorite films. No, it wasn’t originally in a language that could be found on Earth. Though, the TARDIS would translate it, and besides, he would explain the jokes badly.

This would be fun! Absolutely fun! The madman predicted in the deep depths of his mind, a rather proud goofy smile upon his face all the while as he practically pulled Melody into one of the many theaters of the TARDIS.

Now, what he didn’t foretell, was that halfway through the feature, he would glance over away from the screen to find that his young-movie-watching-companion fast asleep against he shoulder- er, well, arm (she was much smaller than him).

A slight frown coursed his lips at the sight. She hadn’t even seen the ‘good part’ yet! Though, just as quickly as the frown appeared on his lips, a smile took its place. She was rather endearing, wasn’t she? Yeah, she definitely was.

Don’t worry, poor thing. I’ll get you medical attention before you can say..

She was not a good influence in most children’s lives. Not that Amy ever found herself spending an abundance of time in the company of children, mind you, but every time she had no natural instinct kicked in.

Another stupid stereotypical concept that men thrust on women - they are naturally adept at the care of kids, the maternal instinct. In the past Amy would have rolled her eyes at the very least, and punched the shoulder of whoever had the audacity to spew such male chauvinistic bullshit her way. In the past, she would have tried to squirm away from the girl and allow her to rest somewhere she believed would be more comfortable for her.

But Amy can feel her heartbeat. It beats in tandem with her own. She can feel her small, slowed breathes against her neck. Melody’s nose wrinkles in a dream, something Rory has pointed out Amy is known to do while she slumbers. She seems comfortable, Amy rationalizes, it's best not to disturb her.

In reality she just doesn’t know what she would do without the feel of that small, steady heartbeat drumming along with her own. 

Long pale fingers stretch lace through the little girl’s hair, Melody shifts closer. Amy knows at once she wouldn’t let anything disturb her sleep, she leans back with the knowledge if she could help it she wouldn’t allow anything to touch this particular girl ever. 

See how my character reacts if yours says "I hate you."

     [ The child’s words give off an almost chilling feeling, causing every bone and muscle in Amy’s thin frame to freeze. It’s a simple phrase, one that could be voiced so many ways both painless and painful. But now, standing face to face with her young child, her Melody; It’s more than pain that the ginger’s heart takes in. Confusion, guilt, and sorrow also begin to stab at her very being.]

    [ Part of her thinks that Melody’s statement should be no surprise to her. Had it been Amy in her situation, parted from her family, trapped in some dark base camp and constantly terrified, she would at some point come to blame her parents who appeared to abandoned her. ]

     [ But of course that’s not truly the case. Just the very idea of intentionally parting from her daughter causes her heart to drop and her soul to die a little. ]

    [ After seeing what Melody becomes any thought of actually caring for and raising her child has been blotted out with reality. But now the impossible has occurred and she is finally given the chance to change every wrongdoing that is to happen to Melody— ]

[ But it’s already too late isn’t it? Her own daughter has come to hate her just as she feared she would. There’s no hope for her, for her family any longer— Time has already taken it’s course, a course that plans to tear at Amy’s heart piece by piece. And there’s nothing else to do but let it happen. ]

                               Melody—

    [ Her voice is a quiet, raspy thing as a great lump swells in her throat and her vision begins to blur from the little tears in her eyes. ]