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Tap tap.
Someone is poking her shoulder- so, ideally, she turns around to face the person.
However, her large, pink hat is suddenly tipped forwards by someone- someone she can hear the calm breathing of, feel the warm touch of, but cannot see. Before she can react and pull her hat back up, a warm pair of lips fall upon hers.
And then they are gone, just like that. Laughter that she believes to belong to Cyril rings out, and quickly fades into the crowd.
Petunia spends the rest of the day wondering if one- Cyril had actually stolen a kiss from her; and two, that she had actually seen a genuine smile upon the sadistic man's face.
Running Away
"Petunia?"
Meredith took a step into the dark alleyways that concealed his sister's presence.
"Petunia... Come on, Ellijah is going to worry. Come out."
"No!" a voice suddenly yelped, and it sounded like it came from behind the tin garbage can that just fell over. He could hear sobbing. "I don't want to be near him! He... He...!"
"Petunia..." he repeated, voice softening. He approached the rose-haired girl slowly; Petunia didn't look at nor move away from him.
Game
Petunia reminds herself to never look into Cyril's eyes. Cyril's permanent bedroom eyes.
But it's hard to look away from the dark pupils while his palm dances across her hand, slowly finding a way to interlock his fingers with hers.
When this happens, she freezes. The blush on her face intensifies when the conductor leans forward to whisper something in her ear.
"I love it when you make that face."
Mist
Petunia doesn't normally enjoy the hazy, ground-level cloud because if she walks home from work late at night, she cannot see far in front of her. Clumsiness is always an issue, too- as is she has difficulty coordinating herself. She does not need the fog obstructing her vision and making her more prone to accidents.
However, mist is a bit more easy to appreciate when Todd Allison accompanies her. She tries extra hard during these times to avoid falling, but it is often inevitable.
He is always able to catch her, even in the dark, and even with the thick haze present.
Boundaries
Most people would find it strange to hold infatuation for one's own adopted brother. Most people would also find it strange to have desires to possess their own brother, or even to have urges to touch them in broad daylight.
But then again, Mr. Gabriel was never one to oblige to boundaries.
AN: Thanks for reading! I will update each chapter with a minimum of 5 themes. Sorry that this one is so short. Pairings will vary, ohoh, you can bet they will.