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like a lonely house ([personal profile] delacourtings) wrote on January 31st, 2016 at 06:38 pm
[inspiration] i would have said yes ; throne of glass, chaol/celaena
i'm...not sure what this is, exactly. i'm going to say that this is for ~inspiration purposes for if i want to write a fic/make graphics i can just come back here instead of having to look up the quotes again but... mainly i just had a lot of feelings about these two while reading and highlighted/bookmarked all the sentences/passages that made my heart hurt and want to be able to come back here and cry about them whenever i feel the need.


"with you scowling at everyone, no one will ask me to dance."

chaol's dark brows rose. "i'm not scowling at everyone."

even as he said it, she spotted him frowning at a passing courtier who looked too long in celaena's direction.


"would you like to dance with me?"

he laughed. "with you? no."

she looked at the marble floor, her chest tight. "you needn't be so cruel."

"cruel? celaena, perrington is just over there. i'm sure he's not happy about you being here, so i wouldn't risk drawing his attention any more than necessary."


chaol's eyes softened. "if he weren't here, i would have said yes."


"i think you have far more attractive suitors vying for your attention. i'm boring company to keep."

"i don't mind being here with you."

"i'm sure you don't," chaol said dryly, though he met her stare.

"i mean it. why aren't you dancing with anyone? aren't there ladies whom you like?"

"i'm the captain of the guard - i'm not exactly a catch for any of them." there was some sorrow in his eyes, though it was well concealed.

"are you mad? you're better than everyone in here. and you're - you're very handsome," she said, taking his hand in her free one. there was beauty in chaol's face - and strength, and honor, and loyalty. she stopped hearing the crowd, and her mouth became dry as he stared at her. how had she missed it for so long?

"you think so?" he said after a moment, looking at their clasped hands.

she tightened her grasp. "why, if i wasn't -"


frowning, chaol watched his friend dance with the assassin. he wouldn't have danced with her anyway. and he was glad he hadn't worked up the nerve to ask her, not after seeing the color that duke perrington's face turned upon discovering the pair.

"though after all he's done, i think he deserved chaol running through him like that."

celaena looked toward the bedroom door. she still hadn't seen chaol since yesterday. had the king punished him for all that he had done to help her?

"that man cares for you more than either of you realize," nehemia said, a smile in her voice.

her doorknob clicked and her heart lept into her throat. was it time to finally sign her contract with the king? but it wasn't dorian or nehemia, not even a page. the world stopped when chaol entered instead.


celaena glanced at her nightgown and blushed as she noticed him staring at her bare legs.

"how are your injuries?" he asked. his voice was soft - and she realized he wasn't staring at the amount of skin she was
showing, but rather the bandage wrapped around her thigh.

"i haven't seen you in a week." it had felt like a lifetime.

his brown eyes met hers. suddenly, she was back at the duel, prostrate on the ground, cain laughing behind her, but all she could see, she could hear, was chaol as he knelt and reached for her. her throat tightened. she had understood something in that moment. but she couldn't remember what. maybe it had been a hallucination too.

"i'm fine," he said, and she took a step toward him, all too aware of how short her nightgown was. "i just . . . wanted to apologize for not checking in on you sooner."

she stopped barely a foot away from him and cocked her head. he wasn't wearing his sword. "i'm sure you've been busy," she said.

he only stood there. she swallowed, and tucked a strand of her unbound hair behind an ear. she took another step closer to him, now having to tip her head back to look into his face. his eyes were so sorrowful. she bit her lip. "you - you saved my life, you know. twice."

chaol's brows narrowed slightly. "i did what i had to."

"and that's why i owe you my gratitude."

"you don't owe me anything," he said, his voice strained. and when his eyes flickered, her heart tightened.

she took his han in hers, but he pulled it away. "i just wanted to see how you were. i have to go to a meeting," he said and she knew he was lying.

"thank you for killing cain," he stiffened. "i - i still remember how it felt when i made my first kill. it wasn't easy."

he dropped his gaze to the floor. "that's why i can't stop thinking about it. because it was easy. i just took my sword and killed him. i wanted to kill him."

"what you did for me, chaol," she tried again. "not even with cain, but when you -"

"i have to go," he interrupted, and half turned away.

"chaol, she said, grabbing his hand and whirling him to face her. she only saw the haunted gleam in his eyes before she threw her arms around his neck and held him tightly. he straightened, but she crushed her body into his, even though it still aggravated her wounds to do so.

then after a moment, his arms wrapped around her, keeping her close to him, so close that as she shut her eyes and breathed him in, she couldn't tell where he ended and she began.

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. 


"where's dorian?"

"why would dorian be here?"

"i thought he usually came here at this hour."

"well, don't expect to find him here after today."

he approached, stopping at the edge of the table. "why?"

she popped a piece of bread into her mouth. "because i ended it."

"you did what?"

"i'm the king's champion. surely you realize how inappropriate it would be for me to have a relationship with a prince." her blue eyes glittered, and he wondered at the slight emphasis she put on prince, and why it made his heart skip a beat.

chaol fought to hide his own smile. "i was wondering when you'd come to your senses." did she fret as he did? did she constantly think about her blood-covered hands? but for all of her swaggering, for all of her gloating and parading about with hands on her hips...

there was still something soft in her face. it gave him hope - hope that he had not lost his soul in the act of killing, hope that humanity could still be found, and honor could be regained . . . she had come out of endovier and could still laugh.

she twirled her hair around a finger. she was still wearing that absurdly short nightgown, which slid up her thighs as she propped her feet on the edge of the table. he focused on her face.

"would you like to join me?" she asked, gesturing with one hand to the table. "it's a shame for me to celebrate alone."

he looked at her, at that half grin on her face. whatever had happened with cain, whatever had happened at the duel . . . that would haunt him. but right now . . .

he pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down. she filled a goblet with wine and handed it to him. "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 yeas with her might not be enough.


she stopped, and bowed, chaol, standing beside her, did the same. the captain stood closer to her than he needed to.


the king's voice became so soft that she could barely hear it. "if you don't return from the missions on which i send you, i'll have your friend, the captain," - he paused for emphasis - "killed."

her eyes wer wide as she stared at his empty throne.


she felt chaol's hand graze her arm.

chaol would die. she couldn't send him to his death.

with each step away from the chamber, the weight on her shoulder lifted. chaol remained silent until they entered the stone castle, when he turned to her.

"well, champion," he said. he still wasn't wearing his sword.

"yes, captain?"

the corners of his mouth tugged upward. "are you happy now?"

she didn't fight her grin. "i may have just signed away my soul, but . . . yes. or as happy as i can be."

"celaena sardothein, the king's champion," he mused.

"what about it?"

"i like the sound of it," he said, shrugging. "do you want to know what your first mission will be?"

she looked at his golden-brown eyes and all of the promises that lay within them, and linked her arm with his as she smiled. "tell me tomorrow."

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