[there really aren't many date night opportunities when it comes to war. the fact that they had a single night together had been, to her, a very fortuitous happenstance, one that she finds herself thinking of again and again. but she's used to space travel, used to being confined to a single ship at an ever-shifting point of the galaxy, with few moments of reprieve.
so she makes a moment. for the two of them. thinking over again and again what he said to her that first night, his kiss and the way he held her warm and close and feeling so right before the reality of their war sunk in through the cracks once more. it's hard enough to find a place to themselves, but...she manages, thanks to Hunk, who helps to set up her room as a makeshift cafe of sorts. a small table, some fizzy drinks, fairy lights he "borrowed" from Pidge's hoard of items.
she's only the one white dress she wore to their first date. and while Romelle fusses a bit that it's improper for a Princess to have only one set of nice clothes, there's really nothing she can do. the alternative would be the garrison uniform, or her paladin armour, so she does her hair differently. a long braid down her back. a bracelet Colleen lent her calling it "costume jewelry" but Allura finding its dark blue crystals delightful.
waiting for his knock on the door, she finds herself pacing a bit, nervous for some reason, a thought at the back of her mind both titillating and nerve-wracking. her fingers itch for the sparkling glass of drink, a sort of Earthling alcohol that's bubbly and sweet to the taste, but she holds off until Lance arrives.
it's a date. a second date. with a boy she loves but still finds herself having trouble saying the word love. but she knows he loves her, and that calms her.]
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so she makes a moment. for the two of them. thinking over again and again what he said to her that first night, his kiss and the way he held her warm and close and feeling so right before the reality of their war sunk in through the cracks once more. it's hard enough to find a place to themselves, but...she manages, thanks to Hunk, who helps to set up her room as a makeshift cafe of sorts. a small table, some fizzy drinks, fairy lights he "borrowed" from Pidge's hoard of items.
she's only the one white dress she wore to their first date. and while Romelle fusses a bit that it's improper for a Princess to have only one set of nice clothes, there's really nothing she can do. the alternative would be the garrison uniform, or her paladin armour, so she does her hair differently. a long braid down her back. a bracelet Colleen lent her calling it "costume jewelry" but Allura finding its dark blue crystals delightful.
waiting for his knock on the door, she finds herself pacing a bit, nervous for some reason, a thought at the back of her mind both titillating and nerve-wracking. her fingers itch for the sparkling glass of drink, a sort of Earthling alcohol that's bubbly and sweet to the taste, but she holds off until Lance arrives.
it's a date. a second date. with a boy she loves but still finds herself having trouble saying the word love. but she knows he loves her, and that calms her.]