god could you imagine spoiling Law to bits? him dripping in jewellery and expensive clothes, silk and cotton and all of it, pearls dangling from his ears, a ring on every finger, necklaces running down his chest, long and gleaming
or just pearls, nothing else, just that
around his neck, hundreds of them
while he's draped in fine fabrics, flowing and billowing with every move, light in colour to contrast the deep tone of his skin, vivid and full of life to show how he's survived so much, black and heavy with soft lace that streches across thighs and shoulder blades and hands
he eats only the best food, drinks only the best and sweetest juices, the clearest water, the most expensive champagne
he gets all the books he wants and needs, all the knowledge of the world at the tips of his fingers ready to be studied, to be understood and put together, everyone that he loves is safe and accounted for, he can just rest