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"orion, it says here that from your mythological background . . . you're a hunter."

"yeah."

harry stared at me with his eyebrows furrowed as he rested his chin on his palm. staring into his eyes is as the same experience as being lost in a forest full of beautiful, green trees. and i wouldn't mind being lost because i'd rather spend my time being preoccupied into something as beautiful as the forest rather than spend my time finding my way back.

"orion, what the fuck?!" he suddenly exclaimed. i was stunned with his choice of words that were completely arbitrary.

i chuckled. "what?"

"orion, did you hunt my heart by stealing cupid's bow and arrow? to shoot me straight into my heart? to make me fall hopelessly in love with you?"

note: involves a little bit of mature content