- Messages
- 118
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Looking)
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Curly 17 Inch Whippy Laurel Wand with Veela Hair Core
- Age
- 5/2034 (28)
"There has to be a way to shut it uuuuuuuuup...." Domi wailed, trying very hard not to think about what she looked like right now. She had been acting enough to know what disheveled desperation looked like, and to know that she must be the absolute picture of it. Colic, the doctor had said, and that it ought to pass quickly enough. Well, this certainly wasn't quickly enough. Mason had been wailing since the moment he woke up, only stopping for feeds, and he was quite definitely full now. She had brought him to Tristan's flat in desperation, hoping that just having someone else around would help Mason settle down. And if she could drop him in Tristan's lap and apparate away for a few hours of quiet, that would be a very nice bonus. She was still holding him for now though, bouncing Mason in an erratic rhythm as she paced back and forth through Tristan's living room, still in her slippers and pyjamas, hair hanging around her face in a tangled mess. Motherhood would be cute, she had thought. Like having a little doll to dress up, but better. But now her whole body ached, sleep felt like a long-distant dream she had imagined once, and she didn't know if she would ever get the smell of baby vomit out of her clothes. This was a living nightmare, and she was desperate for just a moment of peace.