your otp isn’t perfect if they each don’t “subtly” tell people who flirt with the other half to fuck off.
- “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. [TOG]
- “Oh please,” Celaena hissed as they passed two women, who looked up from their fur muffs to bat their eyelashes at [Chaol]. They must have awoken before dawn to be dressed so finely. [COM]
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