Dawnlark Plains Where the heart is

"that's good," he said, attempting a joyful tone. it came out more like he was choking on something, though, and he cast his eyes down, embarrassed. he should be happy for her. and he was happy for her--but he wasn't happy. not in the least. and he knew it showed on his face, but at this point, he didn't care. sunny could ask all the questions he wanted--

--and hell, since he was now separated from dawn, he could be honest, now. anyone and everyone (save stockholm, really) could know.

he was grateful for the change of topics, nodding along with sunny's words. if the boy expected him to rebut his thoughts, he was in for a rude awakening. "no, it's not," aditya murmured, thinking of all his past relationships. they had started out magical. . .but reality reared its ugly head soon enough. "it should be, but it's not. we just have to. . .cope with it, the best we can."

sick to death of talking about dawn, he shook his head, moving on. "so. this girl, fire. do you like her?" he asked, a smile blooming over his face. he'd thought there was something between sunny and the huntress aliac, but perhaps he was mistaken. better not to shove him into anything, based on rumors and misread body language.