Felltree Marsh fill your hands with the rain

"that's fine," he responded casually, giving a shrug of his shoulders and relaxing his posture ever so slightly. she was open, truthful--clearly no harm. but her observation that followed the apology had his eyes harden and shift to her face once more, the line of his mouth drawing taut before relaxing into a smile, albeit an icy one.

"it's not your concern," aditya said simply, in a tone that did not interrupt civility but which implicitly forbade any argument. he had not spoken to anyone of the broken relationship; why on earth would he voice his heart to this young, unknown woman? letting it go, aditya let his face warm up again, the gold in his eyes melting. "i don't recognize you, nor your scent. who are you?"