#chaolaena

Celaena & Chaol - Throne Of Glass

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How long was I asleep?" she whispered. He didn't respond. "How long was I asleep?" she asked again, and noticed a hint of red in his cheeks. "You were asleep, too?" "Until you began drooling on my shoulder.”

“No matter what happens," she said quietly, "I want to thank you." Chaol tilted his head to the side. "For what?" Her eyes stung but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. "For making my freedom mean something.”

“In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him. She stopped and stared upward. Even from a distance, he could see the blush upon her cheeks. She seemed young—no, new. It made his chest ache. Still, he watched, watched until she sighed and went inside. She never bothered to look below.”

“With each day he felt the barriers melting. He let them melt. Because of her genuine laugh, because he caught her one afternoon sleeping with her face in the middle of a book, because he knew that she would win.”

“Celaena," Chaol said gently. And then she heard the scraping noise as his hand came into view, sliding across the flagstones. His fingertips stopped just at the edge of the white line. "Celaena," he breathed, his voice laced with pain—and hope. This was all she had left—his outstretched hand, and the promise of hope, of something better waiting on the other side of the line.”

“I,uh...” Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. “My monthly cycles finally came back!” His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. “I-if...Then I'll take my leave,” he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond.”

“His breath was warm on her neck as he bent his head, resting his cheek against her hair. Her heart beat so quickly, and yet she felt utterly calm—as if she could have stayed there forever and not minded, stayed there forever and let the world fall apart around them. She pictured his fingers, pushing against that line of chalk, reaching for her despite the barrier between them.”

“She watched him, her head angled. He sometimes felt that she looked at him the way a cat regards a mouse. He just wondered how long it would take for her to pounce.”

"I'm just trying to figure out what's so boring that you dozed off 10 minutes ago." She propped herself up onto her elbows. "I did not!" His eyebrows rose. "I heard you snoring." "You're a liar, Chaol Westfall." She threw her paper at him at ploppedback on the couch. "I only closed my eyes for a minute." He shook his head again and went back to work. Celaena blushed. "I didn't really snore, did I?" His face was utterly serious as he said, "Like a bear.”

"Dangerous words," Chaol said. "Do we need to go to the training hall to see if you can back them up?" "Well, as long as your men don't object to seeing you knocked on your ass."

“She stared at the castle unflinchingly, her form silhouetted against the blazing brightness that sat on the edge of the Avery River. Clouds gathered above them and she raised her head. Through a clearing in the swirling mass, a cluster of stars could be seen. He couldn't help thinking that they gazed down at her... The image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back”

“...are you as deft at handling your sword as Captain Westfall?" "Better," he whispered in her ear.”

To four years until freedom," she said lifting her glass. He raised his in salute. "To you, Celaena." Their eyes met, and Chaol didn't hide his smile as she grinned at him. Perhaps four years with her might not be enough.”

He grasped her by the wrist , running a thumb along the sensitive skin underneath. "Then let me call you Mine for a dance or two"

“So I'm just here for decoration?" "Be grateful I consider you a worthy accessory.”

“If they tried to take her from him, he’d rip the world apart with his bare hands.”

“But he couldn’t help imagining it—the glimmer of the future and how it would be to forge a life together, to call her his wife, to hear her call him husband, to raise a brood of children who would be far too clever and talented for their own good.”

“The rest of the world quieted…She looked at him and realized she was home.”

”Seeing her cry had stirred him so bone deep it was like he’d found a part of him he hadn’t even realized was missing.”

“It was like coming home or being born with or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing.”

”She looked to her left, as if she’d somehow, even in sleep, knew where he was….he was instantly awake and alert, leaning toward her as if he, too, always knew where she was.”

”She had wound up exactly where she knew she’d be safest.”

”His soul was bound to hers by some unbreakable chain.”

“Far inside of her, she found a golden chain that bound them together.”

“I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn't, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.”

— LysAedion —

Aedion: I’m cold.

Lysandra: Turns into woolly mammoth and tackles him.

— Elorcan —

Elide: *breaks 4th wall* Science says this is a test of true love… and I’m going to win😏

Elide: I’m cold.

Lorcan: *immediately takes off jacket & hands it to her*

Elide: Aww☺️

Lorcan: *puts mittens on her hands*

Elide: Thanks, Lorcy🥹

Lorcan: *takes off hat & pulls the flaps over her ears*

Elide: cute, I’m good now *tries to grab his hands from her head & tiptoe up to kiss him*

Lorcan: *takes off shirt*

Elide: okay, I WIN! … but my lips are cold?

Lorcan: *already wrapping scarf around her head*

Elide: *muffled* okay, okay, enough, I’m good now, babe…

Lorcan: *takes off shoes*

Elide: What the? *not knowing what to do with them & slightly regretting this*

Lorcan: *takes off all his clothes & practically throws them on her*

Elide: LORCAN! IM FINE NOW!!

Lorcna: *already taking off at full-speed down the street into town looking for blankets while buck-naked*

Elide: *pans to camera* … I don’t know if this is a win or not… I have severely underestimated his chivalry. *falls over from being bundled up like the Staypuft-tire-man*

The Assassin’s Blade — Samlaena —

*The Assassin & The Pirate Lord*

Sam: I’m cold.

Celaena: Keep complaining and you’ll be cold forever.

*in sync* Sam: Because you’ll kill me Celaena: Because I’ll kill you

Sam: Yeah, you’ve mentioned that a few times *shakes head at camera*

*The Assassin and the Desert*

Celaena: I’m cold.

Ansel: Sometimes when I’m cold I like to picture the warmth of my enemies blood on my hands.

Celaena: wait-WHAT?

Ansel: I said we’re in the desert stop complaining *smirks at camera*

*The Assassin and the Underworld*

Celaena: I’m cold.

Sam: *shrugs off sweater* I swear this is the last time, I’m down to my last shirt babe

Celaena: *winks at camera*

*The Assassin and the Empire*

Celaena: Sam’s cold.

Arobyn: Yes, because I killed him.

Throne of Glass — Doraelin —

Celaena: I’m cold.

Dorian: *hands her puppy*

Crown of Midnight — Chaolaena —

Celaena: *stumbles in🥺* I’m cold🥶

Chaol: *sets down mug, gets up & walks over the with open arms to hug her*

Celaena: *running* HAHA SUCKER YOUR HOT-COCOA IS MINE!

Heir of Fire — Rowaelin —

Aelin: I’m cold.

Rowan: What am I supposed to do? You’re the one with fire magic.

Aelin: *grumpy*

Rowan: *stares her dead in the eyes as he turns up the AC* NOW USE THE MOTIVATION!!!

Queen of Shadows — Rowaelin —

Rowan: I’m cold.

Aelin: *sets Rifthold on fire*

Empire of Storms — Manorian —

Dorian: I’m cold.

Manon: *doesn’t even glance up* You really should’ve picked a better power then, Princeling of ice.

Tower of Dawn/KoA — Chaorene —

Yrene: I’m cold

Chaol: *builds sauna*

Bonus:

— Vaughan —

Vaughan: I’m cold.

*2 continents later*

Vaughan: much better *clinks tiny umbrellas from coconut drink*

So part of this ToG series re-read is being able to pick up on things that I never noticed before / didn’t realise the ironicness of a situation or the foreshadowing because I didn’t know the outcome before. When i tell you there is too much foreshadowing to mention everything I mean there is. so. much. foreshadowing. and. hints. EVERYWHERE. and they aren’t even spoiler foreshadowing or hints, they are just small things like subtly hinting at Celaena’s heritage both book 1 & 2 or the foreshadowing of Kaltain’s death a book beforehand, so on, so forth.

One that I’ve just read and hadn’t put together even after the few re-reads i’ve done, is after Nehemia has died and Celaena has been placed in the dungeon. Chaol and Dorian are having a moment on the servants steps when Chaol is telling Dorian about the events leading up to Nehemia’s death, specifically when Chaol doesn’t understand how Celaena could run faster than a horse and before Celaena goes to the warehouse she describes her ‘killing calm’ and that even Arobynn didn’t realise how calm she could get when she went over the edge.

My theory is that when she slips into the ultra ‘killing calm’ (not just her regular killing calm), she somehow unlocks part of her Fae heritage and while the dampen on magic means she can’t fully shift, somehow a little bit of it seeps out and makes her vision better, her breath more stable, legs faster and stronger - basically everything she would get from the shift but on a smaller but still noticeable scale that allows her to run faster than a horse.

WHAT?!

Look, I love Chaorene. I like Rowaelin.

But golden chain?

Golden chain?

Hold on, I have to scream about this some more because that is textbook mate language. Just straight-up a golden connection between souls. You cannot tell me that Chaolaena was not originally endgame.