seventh pact ❖ {it's snowing in hell}

[pactum]

[Emil appears on the Plane covered in snow. He should be cold, considering he's not even wearing a real shirt so much as a dress, but he seems okay. He sighs and blows a bit of wet blonde bangs out of his eyes, then sinks into some sand. Yay, beach.]

There's no way that place used to be a desert... Marta's back, at least. I'm glad. It just wasn't the same without her. She's not even clinging to me like she usually does...