i see you dancin'

[epiphanies]

stolen from rivlee and uniformly

Give me one of my own stories, and a time at some point after the end of the story or before the story started, and I'll write you at least 100 words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story begins or ten years in the future.

=D?'

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[skylilies.livejournal.com]

joe shows up early, pacing back and forth on his crutches before he finally gives up and settles onto the bench seat outside the bar. god knows why luz is here in pennslyvania, but he said he’d gotten joe’s number from bill guarnere and he meet him at the bar, if he’d like?

“joe toye!” luz is heading down the street, bundled up against the cold. his face breaks out in a smile as he gets close to where joe’s sitting, faltering slightly as joe pushes up on his crutches and stands up. he leans forward and holds out a hand to luz, who grasps it tightly, and says, “it’s good to see you.”

“yeah,” luz says. he rubs the back of his head. “it really is.”

---

when the bartender sets two beers in front of them, slapping a pair of coasters underneath and telling them to enjoy, joe asks luz why he’s in the state. they’re in the corner of the bar and joe leans his hand against the counter to keep his balance as he turns to look at luz, waiting for his reply.

luz stiffens. he passes a hand over the two day stubble on his jaw and says, “i just needed a break.” the moment lingers in silence, and then he leans in toward joe and grins, says, “to memories, right?”

joe raises his glass, replies, “currahee.”

the grin on luz’s face widens tenfold. “currahee!” he gestures with his own drink.

when he sets the glass down he says, “christ, toye, can you believe we were just kids then?”

joe makes a noise of agreement, thinking back to toccoa, running up that goddamn hill, sobel yelling like an asshole in his ear. he rubs his thigh, and luz says, “i wonder what that rat bastard is up to these days.”

joe looks at him, surprised, then grins back. “probably got a whole new group of sorry bastards to boss around.”

luz laughs. “hey,” he says. “i really wanted to see you.”

---

“hey,” joe says, as they head out the door. he pauses and reaches into his coat pocket. “smoke?”

luz’s eyes widen momentarily, and then he laughs again. “geez, you’re going to break me back into all my bad habits.” he looks at the cigarette in joe’s hand. “no, no i quit a couple years ago.”

joe shrugs and tucks the cigarette back into the pack. as he lights his own, luz says, “i kept getting told i smelled awful.” he grins. “got out of the military and i still had people who outranked me.” he blows into his cupped hands, trying to ward off the cold seeping in around them.

joe reaches out a hand and smiles around the cigarette, says, “i’ll see you around, all right?”

“yeah,” luz replies. he grips joe’s hand hard. “i’ll see you around.”

[uniformly.livejournal.com]

you know that i love this, but i'm saying it again because it's perfect and beautiful and there's so much in the little gestures and words and LUZ.

“joe toye!” luz is heading down the street, bundled up against the cold. his face breaks out in a smile as he gets close to where joe’s sitting, faltering slightly as joe pushes up on his crutches and stands up.

oh, god;;♥

[skylilies.livejournal.com]

i have this image of them in this slightly snowy january/february setting, and it's just. REALLY PRETTY IN MY HEAD, in that kind of bittersweet way that cold months/snow can be.

and fdfd seriously i'm so fond of this pairing now;; ♥ (ALL YOUR FAULT.) and yeah, they'll, definitely have an adjustment period as they re-get to know each other and luz adjusts to toye's disability, BUT IN THE END, IT'LL BE OKAY.

♥