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Luztoye Week 2025
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Published:
2025-07-27
Completed:
2025-08-01
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603
Chapters:
6/6
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roll on, roll on - a luz/toye drabble collection

Summary:

a life in objects. in animals. in movement of nature.

(a drabble collection, 100-ish words a day)

Chapter 1: a green armchair

Chapter Text

Joe can see him coming as he settles in with his drink. “Hey, no. This chair is not big enough for two.”

“Oh come on, those are the words of a quitter! My Joe Toye is not a quitter!”

“No, but he is a man who knows just how fuckin’ fat your ass is.” Even as the words leave his mouth, Joe moves, preparing for George to squeeze in beside him on the armchair. Instead, George plants himself squarely on Joe’s lap, grinning a mad Cheshire cat grin all the while. Deny. Insist. Give in.

They do this every night.

Chapter 2: the wallet

Chapter Text

A man's wallet is a country of its own, an evolving culture known to one man. The worn little leather island that resides in George’s back pocket is no different. In it, among other things:

1. Driver’s licenses, plural
2. A card of buttons (obviously)
3. Scraps and scraps of paper - addresses, phone numbers, dates and times.

And, buried deep,

4. One day, or maybe one late night, Joe hauled him into a photo-booth. With black curtains obscuring, anonymizing, he kissed him silly between photo flashes. Every picture is blurred. Every picture is joyful. Every picture, folded and creased, lives in the card slots.

Chapter 3: the bit between seasons

Chapter Text

With the quiet honking of leaving ducks in the distance, tree branches murmuring, George and Joe are still sweating in their shortsleeves as they smoke on the porch.

“Maybe I should quit it. The smoking.”

“You say that every summer, and then when November rolls around, you pull the ‘I’m just keepin’ warm’ card, and then summer comes back, and we have this conversation again. Every year!”

“I mean it this time.”

Joe shakes his head with a smile. “I know you do.” One last drag and, “We’ll just have to find a new way to stink up the house.”

Chapter 4: bathroom mirror

Chapter Text

He let his fingers linger on the barely-there bruises, hardly more than greenly purple spots smudged along the crest of his hip, the curve of his ass. George forgets the strength of his hands, sometimes, even when the moment isn’t so much hot and heavy as it is deep and tender. They’ll be gone in a week, what a pity.

“Admiring my handiwork?”

“I know a pretty thing when I see it, George.”

He snakes his arms around Joe from behind, and peeking in the mirror, he pushes Joe’s fingers deeper into his flesh, savoring the brief flicker of pain.

Chapter 5: paper ephemera

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Don’t worry - out, with Bill
Left 4o clock, might need picking up.
- love, Joe

—☆—

DON’T FORGET, FRANK TRAIN IN AT 11
I never forget!
YES GEORGE YOU DO
[see here: a drawing, an old man]
Rude!
YOU LOVE ME
yes i do

—☆—

[see here: a photo, black and white,
two men. both in white tees, jeans, barefoot.
it is faded, a bit blurred. they are cheek to cheek.
in smudged blue ink, a note on the back-]
Here’s to ten years, and thanks for the ride
07/55, G&J

Notes:

bit less than a hundred to day, but it just felt right to leave it like this

Chapter 6: big, brown eyes

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

He's got such wide eyes, he thinks. They're not very big, but when they're open, they're open, looking at him so plainly and so devotedly, like a cow, or maybe like a dog, and he always knows when they’re on him because the plain fucking love inside him passes by him like a holy ghost, warm and bright, but giving no smoke, no char. It sickens him, sometimes, to know what he holds in his hands - a heart so crazy it followed him home-

No. A heart so crazy it let George follow him home. What does the great lady sing? Sure, I'm crazy, crazy in love am I.

Notes:

we're a little late today, forgive me!