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Law immediately finds the scar he’s looking for, right there on Cora-san’s bare abdomen. He could find it with his eyes closed, over layers of clothing. He could find it by touch alone. He runs the pads of his fingers over the slightly raised patch of skin, caressing the scar he left on Cora-san with as much reverence as his sinful hands can muster. “Why didn’t you stop me?” Law murmurs.
You ever wonder if Law feels guilty about stabbing Cora all those years ago? 'Cause I sure as hell do!
Written for day 3 of CoraLaw week as a gift for @swimming-bird-bread!!
















