Red Threads Of Fate

Red Threads of Fate

When little, Alhaitham wondered why all the people make such fuss about those "red strings". Only his grandmother seemd to be resonable about them. She told him about a few books he could read, if he's interested, if not then there's really no need to care about so called "threads of fate".

One time, when he felt bored, he red those books. This way he found out the concept has it roots in liyuenian history and was found to be true not so long ago. Basically two (rarely more) people who are connected by such red string are meant to be with each other. To Alhaitham it seems way to cheesy to be true, so he tried to further his reserch.

However he ended up empty handed as there were no officially confirmed records of broken marriages nor damaged threads. This left him unsatisfied, causing to push all of the gathered informations into some far part of his memory.

Until one day, not long after he enrolled into the Akademiya for good.

He was reading one of textbooks at the House of Daena, distanced from fellow Haravatat schoolars, when a sunflower blonde from Kshahrewar spoke to him. At this very moment he felt something tightening on his pinky. He paid it no mind as the senior's voice reached his ears.

It was only after two hours of heated argument with Kaveh (the sunflower Kshahrewar), who had to leave for his classes, Alhaitham noticed a red string on his finger and smiled – because its other end was on Kaveh's pinky, boy's who entertained him like no one else. He had his own beliefs which he was fighting for and wasn't easily changing his mind just to make others like him. Maybe he was a bit too much of an idealist but Alhaitham was deeply interested in him and their relation.

With time they grew closer and it was quite... funny to experiene the thread thingy.

Until other day when both of them got fed up with own reflection. Kaveh torn up his part of their thesis in front of Alhaitham, screaming he regrets befriending him. The latter crossed out his own name from the papers as soon as he got back to his room, accompanying burning feeling on his pinky.

Maybe the red strings can be destroyed – Alhaitham thought for some time.

But no. Despite the pain it was causing, it stayed strong. True, it was very tangled and tense, yet it remained on his finger and as years passed he got used to its useless existance, living his life ignoring the fate.

Until one day, when he couldn't help but follow the string into the Lambad's, taking a sit next to sulking sunflower. This evening his house became a home as Kaveh moved in.

Their thread was messed up, however definitely not fragile. Realising that Alhaitham promised himself that someday their thread will be beautiful, nearly as beautiful as those crimson eyes he get to look at every day.

(A/N) Hello, Thea's here, also known as @imsleepingwitch

I decided to start posting here as well as I have some ideas which I personally think are too short for ao3. Truth be told I had a long break from writing, still I'm not doing it "regularly" so I hope you can forgive me.

And I think that's all.

Take care,

Thea🫶