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“You always look so shocked,” Tao half-laughs, “Well, come now, old friend. Shoot. I surrender.” It’s the same pitiful attempt at laughter that Chanyeol has replayed countless times over. Leaves litter the floor underneath them, the color of fire, burning radiantly.
“I-I…” Chanyeol answers, lowering the bow, “I can’t.” Thoughts and questions rush through his head, and memories flood his vision. And for a moment the trees are bare once more. Chanyeol wants to cry and vomit all at once. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something, anything. But years had passed, the time for words or gratitude and promises for the future had died long ago. Here in the clearing, Tao was no longer the prince’s guard but the hero of a nation, a figure more powerful than the emperor, the key to the war’s end. And in this moment, Chanyeol understands, and his eyes grow wet.
“We’re men now,” Tao pleads, eyes glassy, “It’s alright.”
Chanyeol raises his bow once more, shaking. He’s crying now.
Tao smiles, gripping the remnants of the fabric around his waist, “Don’t miss on purpose.”
Chanyeol lets go, vision blurred against the shades of autumn.
“We won.”
Baekhyun turns and sees Chanyeol walking towards him, blood stained hands limp at his sides.
He closes his eyes-
“I’m tired,” he states, voice broken.
“Go home and sleep well.”
It pierces through the air with a whistle.
“I doubt we will be able to for many nights to come.”
-and Zitao smiles, eyes sealed, resting upon a bed of red and gold.
A/N: Sorry, I know it's choppy and rushed.
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“I-I…” Chanyeol answers, lowering the bow, “I can’t.” Thoughts and questions rush through his head, and memories flood his vision. And for a moment the trees are bare once more. Chanyeol wants to cry and vomit all at once. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something, anything. But years had passed, the time for words or gratitude and promises for the future had died long ago. Here in the clearing, Tao was no longer the prince’s guard but the hero of a nation, a figure more powerful than the emperor, the key to the war’s end. And in this moment, Chanyeol understands, and his eyes grow wet.
“We’re men now,” Tao pleads, eyes glassy, “It’s alright.”
Chanyeol raises his bow once more, shaking. He’s crying now.
Tao smiles, gripping the remnants of the fabric around his waist, “Don’t miss on purpose.”
Chanyeol lets go, vision blurred against the shades of autumn.
“We won.”
Baekhyun turns and sees Chanyeol walking towards him, blood stained hands limp at his sides.
He closes his eyes-
“I’m tired,” he states, voice broken.
“Go home and sleep well.”
It pierces through the air with a whistle.
“I doubt we will be able to for many nights to come.”
-and Zitao smiles, eyes sealed, resting upon a bed of red and gold.
A/N: Sorry, I know it's choppy and rushed.
Thanks for reading. Leave a comment?
And please, read the other entries from aideshou and vote~