Hi! Welcome to my introduction post, you can call me Cam, Li, or Noa and I go by he/him :)
I speak Spanish, and I’m also learning English, so there might be some mispellings or mistakes, feel free to correct me!
Below the cut you’ll see more facts about me
Nobody knows what they’re doing. Actually. No really. Even them. Yeah. Everyone is winging it. Every adult you’ve ever met is just pretending to be confident. You’re doing fine.
Nobody knows what they’re doing. Actually. No really. Even them. Yeah. Everyone is winging it. Every adult you’ve ever met is just pretending to be confident. You’re doing fine.
*staring into the wall* Do not think about Seven and the girl in white's final hours together. Do not think about Seven's usually impassive face twisted in a snarl as he tore through wave after wave of assassins with her cradled against his side, how he's been shown standing in the midst of massacres completely stone-faced but right then he looked downright hateful. About how the girl was described as the only person who loved him. How she must have watched, with chains digging into her skin, as he fought the divine beast of Xuanwu with a master martial artist trying to ensnare him in order to save her and won, all with the poison-coated blade hidden under her clothes. How did she look at him, in that last moment on the bridge, as he vowed in front of the killers of the country he was made to serve that he was going to take her away and God help whoever tried to stop him? Did she know that he wouldn't stop to look back at her before destroying the bridge? That it would be the last time she saw his face?
Do not think about what Seven must have been feeling as he supported her injured body, how enraged and worried and terrified and, just maybe, relieved. There was no coming back from this. Any position he held in the league was well and truly gone after killing the divine beast of the nation. With every killer in Xuanwu looking for them, they'll have no choice but to leave. Start from zero, somewhere far, far away, together. He was a killing machine, had thought himself incapable of protecting anyone. He isn't yet sure how to be a person, but being with her taught him so much already. He'll have plenty of time to learn, with her by his side. They'll be free.
Do not think about how he didn't know the blade was poisoned. Do not think about him feeling the metal pierce through his heart and thinking he'd been abandoned.
Do not think about the girl dying knowing Seven, before forgetting her completely, hated her.
Today’s jellyfish is Chrysaora plocamia, commonly known as the South American Sea Nettle.
Image source: https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/160667436
