[ The destruction of the Death Star is still fresh in his mind and the initial rush of adrenaline has faded to a general sort of excitement that continues to pump through his body. The celebration and medal ceremony hadn't helped much and the sheer amount of partying hadn't helped it either. It also wasn't helped by the fact that Luke Skywalker had somehow ended up with a beautiful princess. Not the one he'd rescued, but another - someone he'd met as the Rebellion had worked to free the galaxy from the Empire's grip.
In a way, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to have fallen head-over-heels for the princess, but in the end it didn't really matter what was supposed to happen. It had happened (was happening) and he was almost just along for the ride.
He's still in his ceremony garb, a bit ruffled from the party, but otherwise in excellent spirits and right now he only has eyes for Allura. He glances up as she comes through the door and almost does a double-take. Sure, he'd just seen her during the whole celebration, but seeing her in private was something else entirely. He crosses the room to meet her, smile lighting up the room. ]
You're beautiful - I mean, you're always beautiful, but you look amazing tonight!
now i'm just imagining voltron using its sword against the death star and it's great
In a way, he wasn't sure if he was supposed to have fallen head-over-heels for the princess, but in the end it didn't really matter what was supposed to happen. It had happened (was happening) and he was almost just along for the ride.
He's still in his ceremony garb, a bit ruffled from the party, but otherwise in excellent spirits and right now he only has eyes for Allura. He glances up as she comes through the door and almost does a double-take. Sure, he'd just seen her during the whole celebration, but seeing her in private was something else entirely. He crosses the room to meet her, smile lighting up the room. ]
You're beautiful - I mean, you're always beautiful, but you look amazing tonight!