Who: James/Lily (finally)
Where: Their room, Headquarters
When: Monday evening, after James'
journal entryWhat: ... Jamily
Warnings: TBD
July was a difficult month for Lily. She was holding off on the pain and sadness that she knew would eventually cast her into a black mood in a few weeks. Thankfully this was not too difficult, with three big missions over the last two weeks, she had plenty to occupy her time. Unfortunately, so did James, which meant that they saw each other just as little as usual, except during dangerous, death-defying activities.
When he sent her a note in her journal to say he was coming to look for her, she smiled and put it aside, getting up momentarily to check her hair in the mirror. She was perhaps not quite as much dynamite as she had been twenty years ago on their wedding day, but she had at least washed and changed out of her postal worker's uniform. True, she was wearing comfortable pajamas, but she refused to get dressed up like a stripper for her own husband. Well. Unless it was a special occasion.