Healing takes time ( Read more... )

It was difficult to perceive time ( Read more... )

After Loki had flown from the Thames, Pestilence had walked the streets of London, distributing some minor colds and flu and wondering what to do next. She could never allow herself to reach that position again, devoid of resources and waiting for a white knight to save her ( Read more... )

Pestilence took advantage of the long weekend to go on holiday. She'd never really needed an excuse to do whatever she wanted, but she figured this gave her the opportunity to decorate her office and talk about something at work. It worried her how naturalised she was becoming to humanity ( Read more... )

When she'd returned to her apartment, she'd been unable to keep still for a moment. Throwing off her sling and bandages - kissing angels was the cure for all ills, who knew - Pestilence walked into her state-of-the-art shower and turned the temperature to zero ( Read more... )