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Given the height difference, the lanky conduit is surprised. 

A small ‘O’ of a mouth slowly curves into a smile, and he leans over. “A-ah… Zat vas nice.” Rhett says softly. He reaches over with a shaky hand and gently brushes hair behind her ear.

"You are so pretty….

      Could I try-?” Rhett asks. “A-ah— Kissing you, I mean.” He fumbles with his hands.

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  the way he reacts is a little too much for her to handle.   eve brings a hand up to cover her mouth so all those   little giggles don't come crashing in to ruin everything.

  she lets him brush her hair over, and with his words,   the girl nods in reply, lowering her hand from her lips   and closing her eyes for a moment to calm down before   blinking back to attention.

          ' yes, of course. '

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                         the last thing you said

                                           was, ‘I’ll see you again’.

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  Favorite pastime;     Making stars and tiny galaxies.

  The galaxies never seem to last long, though, before they fizzle to nothing.

  Eve made yet another one, the thought running through her mind. A miniature swirling mass of dark purples and blues, tiny sparkling spheres of light and even a few tiny circular concrete fragments floating in an orderly manor calmly around the bright core.

  F o c u s--     Until an approaching light from the top corner of her eye.

  The girl turned her head, the masses and gaseous mixtures sizzling out as eyes trailed the rooftop, and then she saw him, the smile she previously held fading to a small bout of worry. The only thing she could really manage to do was stand and turn towards the not-so-stranger fully, lips parting to spill stuttered words.

        "Uhm--"

  Come on.

        "Hey--"

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        As he ran, neon trailing behind him, Delsin glanced up and saw a star streaking across the sky. Strange — light pollution made it impossible for stars to be seen within the city’s limits. He picked up speed, feet kicking up over the side of the tall building until he made it to the top — just in time to see the star land on the roof just below him. Grinning, Delsin carefully walked along the edge of a vent until he count crouch just above where the Conduit was standing. “That was pretty cool," he said, tilting his head. "Stars over Seattle? Never seen anything like that before.”

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  [ Rhett. ]     Weird name, but then again, he's not American.

  Don't be rude, Eve.     Don't just stand there and stare with that creepy look.

  Say something!

        "Oh, well-- It's not really f i x i n g them..."

  A dark violet, tinted with bits of light and dark, somehow escape past her pale skin and swirl pale fingers, giving the gentlest of ghastly kisses to the burn wounds.

        "But... I can try to make them feel better.           And... my name's Eve. It's nice to meet you. "

He nods along with what she’s saying, aqua eyes focused on the other. Rhett will always be wary of new conduits… No matter how nice they may appear. He observed her kick the ground, his own shadows shrinking away somewhat. Though he can’t help but look right into her eyes when she talks again.

    What a nice voice…

"Eve?" Rhett squeaks. He coughs, trying to calm his nerves. "Another conduit did et… You do not vant to meet her." He says, even insisting with multiple nervous nods. 

He looks surprised that someone is actually willing to get close to him. To a nineteen year old as pale and tall as he is. “A-ah—” 

   But he can’t help it.

       He can’t help leaning into her touch. 

            It feels so welcome and nice to make little contact like that.

"Name is Rhett… You— Can fix scars?" He asks softly, motioning in the slightest to where her hand is. 

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  No one ever really comes to find out who is making something nearly impossible happen, but it's not like Eve can complain. Being alone is one of her favorite hobbies, it allows her brain to function and her powers to settle just enough for the perfect little stars to be made.

  Albeit, it's startling to hear a voice, but as she turns her head to look at who is speaking so modernly in that anxious and almost childish tone, the realization of who exactly this guy is strikes her and she steps back, the glass-like ball of light falling from her hands and s h a t t e r i n g into bits and pieces of flame and spark at her feet.

  Her expression is frozen;     Eyes widened in some sort of shock.

  [ Delsin Rowe ]?

        "Oh my God--           How long have you been watching me--?"

His trek along the highest roof tops, just to try to get close to the sky and above the lights to look at the stars, was paused. Of course, it was for only one reason. He expected to see the shiny particles up in the sky where they belonged, not in some girl’s hands. Delsin’s foot was still raised partially, frozen in movement at just the mere sight. There’s a moment of rapid blinking, the Native American man trying to consider how the hell this was even possible— And also exploding with excitement.

"That’s a really bad ass skill…!" The sponge of a Conduit whispers rather loudly, finally moving closer. "How can someone have such an awesome ability?"

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        "Still not use to the fans, Banner-Man?           You're kind of inf a m o u s, y'know--             But it's not like I'm a fan or anything--"

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  His accent is no more startling than the way he's staring at her.     And though her smile never fades, Eve feels an eerie feeling sting her mind.

  She's forced to break eye contact, gaze averting to the concrete roof as feet shuffled against the small pebbles that lay in various spots.

  The buildings never seemed to stay together long.

  Eve glances upwards, a nod in agreement;

        "You're not the only one.           I've had a rough couple of days, too."

  Voice is cut off and she stops, making herself look back up completely with a beaming smile.

        "My name's Eve--"

        "Who... did that to you...?"

  It may be creepy;     It may be a bit too much;       But she steps forward, reaching a hand up to brush over the marks gently.

        "I think I can fix these up for you...           What's your name, accent-guy?"

His heart is racing, and he’s breathing quickens. Taking in a gulp, he shakes his head rapidly. “O-Oh— No… No. Just had— Rough past couple of days.” The russian replies. She is absolutely radiant…

      Just like the star he saw. 

             A twinkle. 

"Vhat is your name?" Rhett asks. He stands up a little, trying to hide the burn scars. The conduit takes to brushing off his jacket and front before blinking. "Apologies for ze marks on my face…" Dark circles hang beneath his eyes, sticking out on his white skin.

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  She winces and turns away just as the stranger falls, slowly allowing her gaze to return to him once he speaks.

  That way, she knows he didn't hurt himself.

  The light of the ending day, altered by a venting system upon a structure next to the one they were on, shines over her face to make her seem a little less-pale than she actually is, a smile passing over features along with a small, subtle step forward.

  That [ sunset ]...     It adds a tiny t w i n k l e to her eyes.

        "Hey--           I'm sorry if I scared you."

He’s more than surprised by the sudden appearance of that light. 

    So small.

        Delicate—

             Setting off a soft glow to contrast his shadows. 

Rhett blinks, letting out a soft ‘oh’. His aqua eyes quietly watch it twist up into the sky, amazing that it can even show in the atmosphere of a bustling city. He turns his head to see where it originated, yelping and falling off the ledge, back onto his back upon the rooftop. The Conduit scrambles away, clearly scared. 

"H-Hallo—?"

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  Eve is a calm and quiet girl.     She's been that way every since she was little.

  No, she hasn't had a bad life.     In fact, her life is pretty darn good.   But it's the possible rising facts that this could not end as well as planned.

  The Lantern District lies in front of her, converse-donned feet stepping over the rooftop slowly as eyes scanned the atmosphere for the slightest vision of the crescent moon. She smiles upon seeing it, as usual.

  But still... no stars.     A downside to this city.

  It doesn't take her long to notice the man sitting on the ledge just mere feet to the left of her, and in order not to startle him, the Conduit turns, raises her hand, and begins her ritual.

  Light s w i r l s,    light t w i s t s and c u r l s,     light b r i g h t e n s.

  A [ star ];     Complete with every sharp pointed edge;   It floats, and she gently raises an index finger to give it a small push, watching it float gently by the stranger and rise to the darkening sky.

  And she waits patiently for his reaction, smile remaining as head tilts only slightly.

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He’s still recovering from the fight. Fast healing can only do so much. The Conduit’s been in hiding for the past twenty four hours or so, hiding further into the cracks and crevices than usual. His stomach and chest hurts, his body sore from the fearful contact. 

Feeling as though it’s safe to come out now that it’s the afternoon and the shadows are longer, he materializes back up into his solid shape. Shaky hands go up to rub his burns, fingertips lightly brushing over charred fabric and the little patches of hair missing. Krista— Didn’t need to do that. Feeling dejected and useless, the conduit sat down on the edge of the rooftop and looked to the ground below in silence.