Pairing - Arra/Larten
Note(s) - I've decided that I'm going to challenge myself to write at least one A/L fic each day. I'm not sure I can keep up with that, but look forward to a lot more from me! I'm also not sure if that's a good thing or not... enjoy!

Hamartia
Destiny may have broken us apart

Fate can't always give us what we want because, in the end, we would never appreciate it. Larten had learned that over the years. He had gone through so much, had seen so many things. He himself had walked through the brazen fields of civilization, waltzed past the flawed souls of humans in different centuries, and had wooed the one woman capable of manipulation and killing. He now noticed that his life had been odd; unethical even. But he still thought of it as perfect, if in the most tattered way possible.

He grabbed the wine bottle beside him and brought it to his lips. The alcohol burned against his throat, almost as harsh as her words felt.

His thoughts escaped him, but he didn't mind. He actually liked it when his mind went rampant with the what if's and could have been's. He wondered if she was looking up at the same sky, the same stars, or if she was still underground, staring down at her balled up fists, wondering about the scars of the past.

Another sip. Another pause. Another thought.

Why did kismet have to be so cruel? Why couldn't it be gentle and kind, like a menagerie of butterfly kisses? Why did it have to keep him from her?

Larten didn't understand it. He couldn't understand its ambiguous ways of causing him pain.

Why?

He licked his lips, dousing out the rest of the wine. Larten now, without her by his side, counted himself as a deacon of phantoms. Always wondering, never forgetting. He only brought two things with him on his endless adventures, the diaries of the past and chains of the future.

And, oh, how he loathed those chains. They were what kept her from him in the first place.

She couldn't come back to him, not now, not ever. Larten wondered why.

Why did Destiny have to be cruel?

Why did it deem him unnecessary of understanding her love? Another sip. Another pause. Another tear.

Maybe, he thought, because he never really understood her at all.

but, I swear to you, I'll always love you.
end.