You two were friends, which alone was far from allowed. This, especially, was completely far from it.

Hunter, the Golden Guard, had led you, a wild witch - his best friend - to a deeper part of the forest. This was common when the two of you spent time together; he'd lead and you'd follow, or the other way around.

This time and everytime, Hunter would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked him to.

The forest was dimly lit by the moonlight and strung-up lights, a 'good escape' hunter had called it.

Hunter, unbeknownst to you, was head over heels with you. You were kind, and sweet, and carried yourself with a grace that seemed to entice him. Like a siren, he told himself, pulling him into a sweet embrace of trust he knew would get him in trouble if Belos ever found out.

He prayed to the Titan every single night you would be far from the deadly grasp of Belos as possible.

Hunter laughed as you blinked in surprise; a make-shift stage rests deep in the heart of this forest, creatures of all sorts dancing and singing. It felt.. strange, to say the least: Hunter, someone who found fun and entertainment a luxury and a foreign concept, bringing you someplace fun. Quiet.

It was endearing.

Hunter, now suddenly brave, reached for your hand. When you allowed him, he gently spun you in a hesitant, awkward motion.

"good little girl," hunter hums, "always picking a fight with me,"

"you know that I'm bad, but you're spending the night with me - what do you want from my world? you're a good little girl."

"bad little boy," you hum, "that's what you're acting like. I really don't buy that you're that kind of guy. and, if you are - why do you want to hang out with me?"

hunter paused, a breathless huff leaving him. a dopey, almost bashful grin pulls on his lips.