A/n: In all truth I don't like this fic at all in comparison to my others... however I do like the title. You see I found a list I had written down of different shades of black and white (who knows why I did that -.-) but I immediatley thought when I saw 'Atramentum' "I want to write a story with that as a title." So here it is. The differnt shades of colors are very present in this story... and I suppose this is sort of angst, but I genuinley don't feel sad when reading it. Maybe that's why I don't like it.


Some say that there is no such thing as black and white. No good or evil. That life is nothing more than a marbled mixture of both, a dusty gray of neutral.

I beg to differ.

There is a black and a white. A dark and light.

I know this to be true.

I feel that darkness, that ebony, thick, tar like darkness wrapping about me, the shadows engulfing me. I can see the onyx sheen that this world has, as it is smothered by darkness that will always be here.

That will always be after me.

And there is light too. I have seen that light with my own eyes, hidden though they were, blinding in its beauty, heart stopping in its radiance.

It was something I had wished to posses. I still wish I could.

But it is far from my reach now.

The light in that smile, that isabelline glow…

Something that I, this creature of the darkness, will never obtain.

Can never attain.

But being close to it was enough. Being close enough to laugh, and talk and befriend the glowing creature who so effortlessly took me under his pearl wings.

That in itself was enough.

Enough.

More than enough.

But I tainted his beauty with my own hands; I spilled my raven winged misfortune upon him, and tarnished his ivory soul with my selfishness.

Aubergine.

I shouldn't have stayed by myself – it was a combination not to be.

Vanilla and black pepper kept together on the same shelf.

Our way was but of two colors, lined by magnolia and blackberries, and sodden with soot and seashells.

Our time, our way… it was crumbling. His light was faded. It was of old lace, drooped and broken and silver.

All that left when he was gone, was the fragmented body.

Eggshell.

Obsidian. That is what surrounds me now, pulling me deeper into its inky depths, leaving me in this domino solitude.

Atramentum.


a/n: So there you have it. Atramentum. I had considered entering this in the contest for 'OfWithHisHead' for the them 'Black and White', but this story is really doesn't interest me that much.. -.- Either too un-angsty, or too short. Or a combination of both.

All the same, reviews are greatly appreciated.