(scorched) log.
[ it's nearly a week later that shirley returns to lilly's apartment - it had been something close to home for a brief moment, lost in a blur now, but time in dismas had shaken her of that feeling. she returns in the night, quiet and cold and bodiless. but then, she materializes and sits in a kitchen chair she claimed as her own. when lugus flits his way to her, weak without shirley's magic but immediately aware of her presence, she looks apologetic. tiredly, he lays on her hands, which she cups just for him.
the air about her is patient and knowing. ]