PSL; [GOT THAT SUNSHINE IN MY POCKET]

[homesteader]

holiday nonsense.

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[velvetshot]

( Yazoo can't quite pinpoint when the homestead began feeling just like that — just like home. Some part of him suspects it might have something to do with Connor: he's been kind to him, patient with him, he's weathered the worst of Yazoo's attempts at savage coldness, and yet he's always there with a hand outstretched when the Remnant needs him most. Connor may not know it, but that day out on his ship changed Yazoo's life for the better. It helped him see that there might be more to his existence than the barren wastes of a dying world.

At present, he's helping to decorate something called a Christmas tree. The fire spits in the hearth where it casts the room in a pleasant, amber glow, and each time Yazoo glances towards the window he finds himself all the more grateful for it. The weather outside is frightful: ink-dark and cold enough that breath plumes white with it, but the Remnant turns his back to the window as his thoughts wander to that night when Connor found him wandering out in the snow.

Life is better now. He's warm, comfortable, the air is heavy with spiced wine, and there is a plate of 'festive' treats sitting on a side-table just waiting to be eaten. A small smirk touches his lips as he watches Connor rummaging through the ornaments: )

Have you lost something?

( The question isn't as innocent as it sounds. Yazoo pulls a golden star from beneath the fold of his thick shawl, which he's wearing draped over a loose white shirt to keep away any tendrils of cold that sneak in under the doors. With his hair in a loose bun, his expression amused, and his feet in a pair of thick woollen socks, it's almost as though he truly belongs there. )

I assume this goes on the top.

( He holds it between his finger and thumb, the tail-end of an eyebrow lifting a little way. )

Although I can't imagine why.