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Keith lifts his face upwards, allowing the snowflakes to fall on his face.
"It's so beautiful out here," Shiro sighs beside him. Under the stars and surrounded by sparkling fresh snow, he looks ethereal.
"And cold," Keith says.
"Nothing hot cocoa can't fix."
"Or a fire. Can we make a fire? Is this protected territory?"
"We are not committing arson. Besides, it was your idea to come to Thazlan."
Normally he'd be with the Blades or on Daibazaal. It's a Galra tradition to stay awake until the dawn of the new year. Before the Empire, it was a nights-long celebration with dances and fireworks and storytelling. Now, it's more of a solemn affair, but still among hordes of family and friends.
But this time, he wanted to experience the new year with just his husband.
Husband. It gives Keith a wash of pleasure whenever he thinks of it. They both did the impossible: won a war and found happiness.
He snuggles closer to Shiro. "Fair enough. What's your pick for next year?"
"It would be nice to see my parents. I haven't experienced Christmas back home since... I don't know." Shiro sighs, fog escaping from his lips. "But this was a wonderful idea. I've never seen anything so pristine."
"And the light show in a few minutes is supposed to be good, too."
"No auroras can ever compare to you."
Keith hides a smile. "Oh, stop."
"What? We're newlyweds. We're supposed to be sappy."
"Hm, are we now following the rules?"
"Just this one." Shiro kisses his cheek, then turns his gaze upwards. "Look at that! It's starting!"
Colors begin to fill the sky, purples and blues and greens shimmering among the stars and pink clouds. Shiro watches, mouth hanging open, and Keith grins at the pure wonder on his face. He leans against Shiro's shoulder, basking in his presence.
"Happy New Year, Mr. Shirogane."
"And to you, Mr. Shirogane."