[He absolutely would have argued that because he is in no way, shape, or form ashamed of his tattoos. He doesn't hide them, he never has, and she is 100% inappropriate.
Law quietly swats her hand away from his face (honestly it feels like all he's done today is swat her away) with a frown, but it's a look that softens fairly quickly. A small smile tugs at his lips. It's a little sad, a little a thoughtful, but it's there.]
A lot of people do. This is just how I choose to remember.
[Beause there is plenty that he never wants to forget. Plenty that he wishes he could forget, but knows that he can't. Knows that it would be wrong to forget so he keeps it all close. Keeps it imprinted on his heart and tattooed on his skin. He keeps it everywhere he can because even if he wants to forget he won't. He'll never let himself. It's all important. It all needs to be there even if he wishes it wasn't.]
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Law quietly swats her hand away from his face (honestly it feels like all he's done today is swat her away) with a frown, but it's a look that softens fairly quickly. A small smile tugs at his lips. It's a little sad, a little a thoughtful, but it's there.]
A lot of people do. This is just how I choose to remember.
[Beause there is plenty that he never wants to forget. Plenty that he wishes he could forget, but knows that he can't. Knows that it would be wrong to forget so he keeps it all close. Keeps it imprinted on his heart and tattooed on his skin. He keeps it everywhere he can because even if he wants to forget he won't. He'll never let himself. It's all important. It all needs to be there even if he wishes it wasn't.]