Will/Petunia


The lavender-haired girl slowly got lost in the constant click-clack of her cozy, well-worn heels as she made her way through the park. The green trees and grass blurred around her as she steadily traveled deeper into her thoughts. The breeze was beautiful, and the sun gently warmed the hat on her head, reminding her of warm, innocent days in Perth with Elijah and Meredith. As her skirt ruffled about her, a smile began to paint the canvas of her face involuntarily. Walking at an easy-going pace, she caught the figure of someone to her right in her peripheral, yet continued on her morning stroll.

"Wait! Miss!"

She quickly turned to see a man holding her pink handkerchief, which she barely recalled putting on her person in the first place, and soon regretted that action as her heart lost control of itself.

The most beautiful face she'd ever seen was in her range of vision. She barely heard his next words as she studied him. She was sure she looked much like the small, wide-eyed pygmy possum Elijah had found when she was seven, but she honestly didn't care.

His mature, strong face held the kindest, greenest eyes possible. They put the scenery around them to shame. Wavy chocolate locks, the same shade as most of her family's skin, a strong, straight nose, and smooth lips created the most beautiful picture of masculinity she could ever have hoped to witness. His attire completed his look as a handsome gentleman.

Maybe it was his soft voice, or his gentle eyes that made her feel special, she didn't know. But a moment passed and those emerald eyes were covered by pale lids as a wide, roguishly crooked smile graced the man's face, exposing straight, white teeth.

"It's yours, is it not? Here you are!"

Her heat beat accelerated, causing blood to rush through her ears. At that moment she could have sworn that multi-colored fauna bloomed around his face as hearts filled the space around them. Her face felt flushed, and she was afraid she would pass out if she stayed another moment in his vicinity.

His words, "Miss, are you all right?" caused her eyes to widen and the lightheaded feeling to increase by many degrees.

So she, like in so many other similar situations that had been happening as of late, ran. She ran like a mad woman, completely forgetting the delicate peace of cloth held in the mystery man's hand.


A/N: Just a quick, cute little fic for my favorite web comic! I really like this pairing (ignoring the age difference) and can't wait to see what Nozmo has for us next! Thanks for reading and please leave a review. :)