#thespiritofwillow

[courcgecus]

❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ Rose stopped herself from introducing herself. It has been a while and she wasn't sure if the older mouse remembered her or not.

Life had set both challenges and opportunities upon the mouse family. It was difficult to start over, settle and make a home into a place without knowledge whether it would be theirs the next following years, or even the next year. Sometimes, after long days of exhausting work and scavenging, Mrs. Brisby might find herself walking an old route home. An old home. That's right, they just recently moved. But she used to frequent these streets, getting to know its residents and businesses.

Long hours outside, children falling ill one after another. Her mind already drifting towards thoughts of evening errands - Rose might greet Mrs. Brisby's distant gaze, barey focusing before spoken to.

" ...O-oh." light returns behind those eyes, with a quick brush of her palm Elizabeth finally creates a tired smile. " Rose, was it? My goodness it has been time... I used to walk here almost every day." || @thespiritofwillow

[houseflyy]

@thespiritofwillow

Melody lay still in a silent darkness. Only now did she wake and realize it, glancing about with slow, tired eyes, beginning to stir as she poked around the tight space. Where was she now?

She searched her mind for answers. She remembered there had been a gathering of food and warm clothes, a rushing out of a doorway into a howling wind. Before that, there had been a conversation she had overheard from another room and didn’t quite understand. Two words alone stood out and repeated themselves among the murkiness of the others in an indistinguishable voice: The Sanctuary… The Sanctuary…

“—the Sanctuary!” Rose’s bag shuffled suddenly as Melody scrambled inside. “Did we make it there,” Melody said hurriedly. “Did we…”

Her voice trailed off and faded, as did her excitement. When she popped her head from the bag, a chill rushed over her, and she saw only the dreary white expanse of snow. This was no place at all.

[houseflyy]

@thespiritofwillow asked:

“ you’re so cute!” (animal muses)

*: ･ﾟ✧   for animal muses.

Melody had asked for Rose’s shawl, and after hobbling to a cozy corner, she let her acorn cap fall from her head and tucked the fabric as best she could inside it. But the length of the mouse’s shawl was long, and Melody was under the exhausting spell winter cast on little insects, so she had merely snuggled in her cap on top of it while it overflowed every which way. Regardless, she looked satisfied.

“Hmm..?” She raised her weary head and needed a moment for her mind to catch up with her words. “Oh…thank you, Mother,” she murmured with a smile. Then Melody dozed off. She still wore her smile as she slept; her mother’s remark, and the familiar scent and feel of her clothing, gave Melody a great, warm feeling inside.

[houseflyy]

@thespiritofwillow asked:

“Have you eaten today?”

questions …

“Yes, mother,” Melody nodded and grinned. “I’ve been going back and forth, back and forth, up and down the halls and the steps and the ceilings picking up every crumb I could find. The Sanctuary is so big, I think I could do that forever, and never go hungry again!

“You know what else? One of the other children shared half their berry with me!” An especially kind gesture, given that the closer they approached winter, the more important it became for all the inhabitants of the old castle to stash all the food that they could.

“Bu-uuu-ut,” she added, alighting on Rose’s shoulder and tapping her claws eagerly, “I’ll eat more if you have something for me. Do you?”

[houseflyy]

hc + 💯 for an achievement-themed headcanon

Thematic Headcanons. // @thespiritofwillow

melody is the type to brag about her achievements, but less in an effort to spite others and more to seek praise and make others proud of her. there’s been more than one occasion that she’s told someone else that she could speak “even since she came out of her pupa” (not entirely true by the way! she gave the impression of speaking but only in broken, garbled fragments). it’s been instilled in her since birth to share everything she’s learning, and learning is good!

when melody learns or succeeds at something new, she has to tell someone about it! it’s imperative! if she achieves at something and nobody knows, did she achieve anything at all? well, yeah. but it feels a whole lot better when she can share it with others. namely those familiar with her, but if she’s excited enough, she may not think and come up to complete strangers to blurt what she accomplished. probably not a great idea!

[houseflyy]

@thespiritofwillow and @icangiveyouanything asked:

💽 "Do you collect anything? Why?"

🌻 random in-character questions

—❁—

“Oh, I like to! Humans leave behind lots and lots of fun things, shiny things, yummy things…” Any specific examples? Melody taps a claw on her figurative chin. “I like the little papers with pictures, the colorful rolling balls, and the wrinkly paper things that have food left on them sometimes.” That’s... slightly more specific.

“But collecting too much is, well… too much for me,” she adds and shakes her head. “I don’t have any place to stay where I can keep what I find, and I can’t carry them all the time. So I only keep them for a little while and leave them behind for the next someone to find.”

[houseflyy]

"A strawberry shortcake for my sweet and adorable daughter!" Rose cheered holding a plate with the cake, "I hope you have a lovely birthday, sweetie."

((Sorry if this late or early. Timezones. XD))

birthday! // @thespiritofwillow

—❁—

“Oh, yay! Oh, yay,” Melody cheered in return, and she snatched the plate Rose presented her and dug right in with a quick succession of bites. She swooned. It tasted incredibly sweet—the way she liked it!

“Thank you, mother!” She nuzzled against Rose’s side, as her hands were too full for a hug, then kept piling in bite after bite of her treat. With a mouthful, Melody added, “I love you very, very much!”

[houseflyy]

@thespiritofwillow asked: "Is that you rummaging in the fridge again?" Rose asked with amusement in her voice. She originally went down to get a glass of water only to find the small child going through the fridge, most likely getting a snack. It happened before so the woman wasn't too surprised.

Midnight Snack starters

—❁—

Melody hadn't noticed Rose enter the room at all. It was only right as Rose spoke that she realized, right as she pulled a carton of milk from the fridge to pour into a bowl of cereal, which made her nearly drop the carton and let it pour everywhere! But thankfully, she caught it tightly in her frantic grasp and sighed, relieved and uneasily.

“—Huh? Oh, yes,” she blurted. She turned to Rose with the milk carton held protectively to her chest. “I couldn’t sleep. I thought, maybe, if I had something to eat…” Oh, Rose probably already knew. Melody eyed her questioningly. “Could you not sleep, too?”