"Why are you back again?" A voice slices through the air behind him.
Chanyeol closes his eyes and takes a shallow breath. He doesn't have to turn around to know who it is. Five years and he'd think it wouldn't sting as much anymore. But there it is, the same raw accusation, the same desperation laced with cynicism only a man with a broken heart would know. And Chanyeol would know, wouldn't he?
"Baekhyun." Chanyeol sucks in a quick breath, and it feels like he's drowning, grasping at any lifeline he can. Baekhyun looks the same, even after all those years. Pale face and dark hair. Eyes darker still. They stare blankly in Chanyeol's direction. Chanyeol remembers when they had been alive with a fire that robbed him of his breath, glinting with challenge and steel every time they fought. He can only imagine what they what have looked like now, burning with the reflection of the orange sun that hung in the sky, had Baekhyun been able to even see the sun. And Baekhyun hadn't seen the sun in many years. Chanyeol did that to him.
Tilting his head, Baekhyun's stare locks onto a spot above Chanyeol's head. Even now, when Baekhyun's eyes don't see, Chanyeol feels them prying him apart. "Did you come here to gloat?" His voice is devoid of any emotion and Chanyeol struggles to read his countenance.
"I wanted to if you were doing okay. It's been a while since I last saw you," Chanyeol says.
Baekhyun's face twists with rage and he lunges at Chanyeol, winding his fists in Chanyeol's cloak. "What do you care? You did this to me."
"I never didn't care."
"We could have ruled together," Baekhyun hisses, "I thought you loved me."
"I did. But I loved being a god more," Chanyeol murmurs. He cups Baekhyun's cheek, and it feels wrong, a mockery of what they used to be; but Baekhyun's still so warm, so helpless in his hands. "And I needed a sacrifice."
Sorry this is late! You're up onyu!