It was at that moment. The moment when Ethan fell; and he fell hard.
To be honest, he was just minding his own business throughout the halls of Windsor. He was going along normally, or as normally as a Brightman could be. Soon his twin joined him, the two of them simultaneously strolling to their shared dorm room. Dwight rounded the corner, flailing and screaming about "demonic entities" supposedly stalking him. He tripped over his own two feet, almost about to hit the floor. Evan closed his eyes, waiting for the sound of the impact, but it didn't come. He opened them to find Ethan holding Dwight, having saved the dark-haired the embarrassment of face-planting the floor.
"Whoa there. You okay?" said the Tweedle, genuine concern clouding his eyes, an emotion that was rare within the duo. Dwight nodded, a light blush creeping up his cheeks, but he held his composure nonetheless. Ethan put him back upright, gently brushing off the non-existent dust from his shoulder. Dwight made the mistake of looking right at Ethan, because when he caught his eye, he held it. They were looking at each other differently, as if they were seeing each other for the first time. It didn't take Evan long to out two and two together, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a grin. He grabbed his twin by the arm and yanked him up to their dorm room, effectively snapping Ethan out of his epiphany.
"I knew it." Evan stated, firmly but gently pushing his twin into a sitting position, indicating an interrogation.
"Knew what?"
"You fancy The White Knight."
"W-what?"
"You like Dwight."
Ethan's eyes were practically bulging out of his head. "It's okay, he likes you too."
"What do you mean?"
"Eth please, he practically melts every time he sees you."
"Well...why doesn't he melt when he sees you too?"
Evan smiled sadly.
"We all know you're the better twin."
Recently, Evan had done some things he wasn't proud of. Or people, to be more specific.
The Windsors and their Hanover allies still treated him the same, but everyone else had faltering respect towards him.
Ethan and the Windsors were his rock, glaring at anyone that looked at him the wrong way.
"Ev, you know that's not true."
Evan shrugged.
"You know what happened, now everyone doesn't think of us as one entity, they think of us as 'Ethan and his twin slut brother' ."
Ethan rolled his eyes.
"Since when does that make you any less desirable? We're the exact same. You just made a mistake."
Evan shrugged.
"You know what happened, now everyone doesn't think of us as one entity, they think of us as 'Ethan and his twin slut brother' ."
Ethan rolled his eyes.
"Since when does that make you any less desirable? We're the exact same. You just made a mistake."
Evan shrugged.
"That's beside the point. My point is, I don't want my brother to miss out on an opportunity to find someone."
"I don't like Dwight."
"Bullshit."
"I love him."
Evan grinned and threw a pillow at him.
"Don't be cheesy."
Ethan grinned back.
"Do you have a plan?"
"Oh, do I."
xXx
Dwight, however enclosed to other people, was internally screaming.
Ethan had made eye contact with him, and saved him from making a fool out of himself.
Ethan was so gorgeous. He had this way of biting his bottom lip when he was nervous or excitable and to be honest, it drove Dwight crazy. He was trying so hard to not be so obvious but he couldn't help himself.
Right at that moment was when a Tweedle came bursting through his door.
"White Knight!"
"Hey Evan."
Evan raised an eyebrow.
"How can you tell Ethan and I apart?"
"Practice. What's up?"
"Well there's a teeny bit of a problem in the common room."
Dwight narrowed his eyes.
"Define teeny."
Before Evan could reply, he grabbed Dwight by the arm and practically dragged him down to the common room.
"Evan!"
"Come now, White Knight! I've got a surprise for you!"
Dwight groaned. Oh great. Whenever the Tweedles mentioned a surprise, it wasn't a fun one.
Evan had pulled Dwight to the double doors of the common room and pushed him in quickly before turning to leave with a wink.
"Have fun, white knight."
"What-oh hey Ethan.."