#romidge

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“Does Allura often have such an... amorous expression?“

“Huh? Oh, yeah, that’s how she always looks at me. Right Allura?“

Romidge love child

Me: Hidge is pretty cute too.

Me: I think Kidge is cute.

Me: Pallura is pretty cute.

Romelle: *is now on the show*

20s!AU + Voltron  — Prev

“…Miss Katie ‘Pidge’ Holmes was seen yesterday evening attending to Arus Jazz Club on a scandalous attire. With her, a lovely lady, who merely announced herself as ‘Romelle’, wore a Velaggio night dress, from the last Spring & Summer Collection, and a couple of earings, simmilar to the ones lady Allura Altea claimed to lost some days ago…”

Romelle waits up for Pidge to come to bed. 

Established relationship fluff for @mandolinearts ♥

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Romelle flips another page of the magazine she’d found in the mess hall earlier that evening, trying to get her brain to stop spinning so she could possibly sleep sometime soon. She leans back further into the stack of pillows propping her up with a sigh, flicking her gaze to the door. Pidge is working late again. Romelle wouldn’t be surprised if her girlfriend has completely lost track of time. It wouldn’t be the first time.

She makes a face at the so-called fashion being lauded in the magazine and tosses it aside. It has barely made contact with the floor when the door slides open. Pidge walks in, feet dragging. She offers Romelle a half-smile.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” she says as she trudges across the small room. Pidge collapses on the bed, resting her head on Romelle’s lap.

Romelle threaded her fingers through Pidge’s hair, loving the feel of the thick locks between her fingers. “I did, though.”

“Mmm, keep doing that,” Pidge says.

“Waiting up for you or playing with your hair?” Romelle asks. She grins when Pidge cracks her eyes open to glare up at her.

“Hair,” Pidge mumbles. She turns her face to the side, the arm of her glasses pressing into Romelle’s stomach. “But both, really.”

Romelle reaches down and gently pulls Pidge’s glasses off, encountering no resistance. She sets them on the bedside table and goes back to carding her fingers through Pidge’s hair, making it even wilder than normal. “Did you make any progress tonight?”