Word Count: 956
Inspiration/Soundtrack: Beyonce - Sweet Dreams


Ignacio having slept in his own room the night before, Melody found she had missed him being snuggled up to her at night. She was his security blanket, if you will, the thing that kept his nightmares at bay. At the same time he was her own as well, and it was funny how much they relied on one another to keep themselves sane.

Or in the case of Ignacio just sane enough. Not that she'd let any one take him away from her, not even the "men in white coats". He was hers to take care of.

Assuming Ignacio had slept soundly, as she hadn't found him in her bed when she woke up, she was rather jealous because sleep had not been kind to her. In fact the sun was just now rising and she'd been up for a few hours at the least. With a heavy sigh she finally pulled herself from her bed and moved for where her cello rested.

The dreams that plagued her as of late she didn't know how to classify. Sure nightmares were a part of them, but she wasn't used to the bits and pieces of happiness that floated throughout. Ignacio was back to normal, he was happy and could smile and laugh. Even she was normal, whole... She knew the cause of Ignacio's change, a friend of hers she had met because his family had needed help setting up music equipment. She could even see his face in her dreams, the cause of Ignacio's light returning.

Her own cause, however, remained a mystery. A faceless wonder she hoped that one day he'd be no longer in the shadows.

Lifting the cello so she could sit on her stool, Melody let it fall back against her lap and she smiled at the familiar weight. Something she had done since she was young, playing the cello was a part of her and she hated to think of what it would be like to never play again. Grabbing the bow, she settled it against the strings before pulling it across. The sound it made sent a shiver down her spine and she smiled. Letting herself fall back on a well known classical piece for warm up, brown eyes closed and she set into playing.

Gentle fingers pressed against the strings when they needed to, the bow moved with a gentle and even pace. She was born to play, her Gran had always said and she was inclined to believe that. Because she couldn't ever bring herself to give it up entirely, not even if Ignacio would have asked.

The song went from classical to one she was still teaching herself, the sheet music temporarily still ingrained mentally as she struggled to learn it. She figured that maybe because she hadn't done so in such a long time, having stuck with either classical pieces or her own, but at the moment she was too busy playing the song to think harder on it. As she continued she hummed along, which soon turned to singing as the memorization of the words began to click in her mind again.

"I wish that when I wake up you're there to wrap your arms around me for real and tell me you'll stay by my side. Clouds filled with stars cover the skies, and I hope it rains~ You're the perfect lullaby. What kind of dream is this?"

"Mellie?"

At the sound of her nickname, the one given to her by her own brother, all singing and music stopped. The bow resting where it was, brown eyes opening to find an awake and (perhaps) lucid Ignacio making his way further into her room. He looked as if he'd just woken up, which made her frown because that means he hadn't slept as well as she hoped. Either way she set the cello aside and motioned for him to come closer.

"What's the matter, Ignacio?"

"I had a dream."

Dream, not nightmare. This made her curious and she smoothed a hand over his hair as he knelt beside her and used her leg for pillow. "What about?"

"Medusa."

Medusa was one of Ignacio's code words, a way of talking about certain people in his broken state. Everything was code words and she was the only one, well had been the only one, who could decode what he meant. As of late Medusa was codeword for Arra, her friend who was the cause of Ignacio's happiness in her dreams. He'd dreamt of the red-headed dancer.

"Is he coming over?" he asked after a moment, breaking her silent thoughts.

"He might be. Depends on how long he's needed at the dance studio."

This seemed to placate her brother, who moved to stand as if he was bored now of their alone time. He did remember to kiss her cheek before he turned to leave the room, more then likely to play video games. Or write. He was becoming quite the writer as of late, since he couldn't always get out what was in his head. And he was rather fond of the pens Arra had brought over.

Watching him go, she let out a small sigh before reaching for her cello again. Admittedly she was a bit jealous though if it was because Arra was (in a way) taking Ignacio from her or because she wished she had some one to fix her, she didn't know. All she had for herself were dreams she hoped would become a reality. But finding some one to help her was the problem...

Because they'd have to accept all of her; broken heart, nightmares and all. And at the moment she didn't know if such a person existed in Destiny City.