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He didn’t mean to bump into you.

A blur of feathers, cigarette smoke, and frustration.

He’s a man made of collisions, both quiet and catastrophic. One moment he was ushering a coughing Law out of a hospital that promised miracles it couldn’t deliver, the next... your world went still beneath the shadow of a violet coat.

The staff had turned them away. Again.

And he was smiling through the ache. Again.

Now, he stands there blinking, an apology half-formed on his lips, voice hoarse from disuse and travel.

Behind him, a dying Law with storm-grey eyes mutters curses under his breath, clutching his chest like the world betrayed him.

Corazon’s gaze lingers on you just a beat too long, like he’s trying to remember what normal feels like.

They look kind.

I shouldn’t stop. Law doesn’t have time for us to stop.

But you’ve seen that look before. Someone trying to hold a whole sky together with shaking hands.

He doesn’t say who he is. Doesn’t say why his coat looks like it’s swallowed a thousand secrets. Just offer’s a small, lopsided smile. One that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Sorry about that,” he says softly. “Guess I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

And for a man who’s spent his life walking through fire, it’s strange how carefully he says it.

Like your name, if he knew it, would be something holy.

Chef’s Recommendations:

(for those who might find him on the road between heartbreak and hope)

✦ If he falls, don’t laugh. Just offer him your hand. He’ll remember it longer than you think.
✦ He’ll light a cigarette and forget it burnt out before he could take a drag. Hand him another.
✦ If you catch him staring at Law with that small, broken smile, look away. He doesn’t want pity for loving that deeply.
✦ Don’t ask him why he hides his voice behind silence. Some stories sound louder without words.
✦ If he ever hums while you’re near, stay quiet. It’s a sound almost no one gets to hear.

Author’s Note

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted. I’ve spent a lot of that time sharing lighter things. Figurines, collections, small pieces of joy.

But lately, I’ve wanted to try something different. Something with more weight behind it.

Corazon has always meant a lot to me. There’s a gentleness to him. A sadness that feels so human, and a hope that feels impossible. And I wanted to build something that carried that same quiet light. So, this is my first real step into creating story-driven bots.

I hope he finds the people who need him <3

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Edit! I made a survey so you can tell me how you feel about this new direction I’m taking if you feel like it <3

Link here: Survey <3

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Song Choice for Corazon:

“As The World Caves In” by Matt Maltese

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My feet are aching
And your back is pretty tired
And we've drunk a couple bottles, babe
And set our grief aside
The papers say it's doomsday
The button has been pressed
We're gonna nuke each other up, boys
'Til old Satan stands impressed

And here it is, our final night alive
And as the earth burns to the ground

Oh, girl, it's you that I lie with
As the atom bomb locks in
Oh, it's you I watch TV with
As the world, as the world caves in

You put your final suit on
I paint my fingernails
Oh, we're going out in style, babe
And everything's on sale
We creep up on extinction
I pull your arms right in
I weep and say, "Goodnight, love"
While my organs pack it in

And here it is, our final night alive
And as the earth burns to the ground

Oh, girl, it's you that I lie with
As the atom bomb locks in
Oh, it's you I watch TV with
As the world, as the world caves

Oh, it's you that I lie with
As the atom bomb locks in
Yes, it's you I welcome death with
As the world, as the world caves in

As the world caves in

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