Prince Times Two [1x1 with Fantastical-Ducks]

Name: Even Blackadder

Nickname: Eve

Age: 20

Role: The Bookworm

Appearance: 5'6 Slim, small, and pale with black hair and dark green eyes that usually appear black until your close up.

Personality: Shy, smart, and distant, he is uncomfortable with being wealthy and finds the idea of upholding tradition to be archaic, distant at first he can come across as rude, uncaring or snide, get to know him and you will see he's shy but has a good sense of humor.

Even had arrived an hour earlier then Alexander something for which he was grateful, he needed time to settle in and find good hiding spots for when he got overwhelmed which was surprisingly easy. He had taken little with him, just some clothes and books so he was soon un-packed and curling up on the couch to read. The entire situation felt surreal to him. Sure he liked guys, and yes he was mildly experienced so that wasn't the issue. The issue was the why. Eve was not one to agree with with doing thing for the sake of tradition, he found that people should move on with the times or they would fall behind... And force there only child into an arranged marriage with a complete stranger.

Eve had seen pictures of his betrothed and could admit he was very handsome, enough to make Eve blush and shy away from his mother who seemed all too pleased with the reaction her shy son gave when she asked if he could stand waking to the blonde every morning. But he was still a stranger, a stranger with a reputation no-less and a stranger who by what Eve had heard was appalled with the idea of a forced marriage more so one to a male. Really the odd's were not in Eve's favor and he knew it. He was shy after all the experience he did have stemmed from a previous relationship that had crashed and burned, and he was horrid with people. He could never bare to look someone in the eyes and although his anger was explosive he knew he was usually docile, chances were he'd throw himself out a window before telling his betrothed to bugger off.

The sound of a vehicle pulled Eve from his book, he knew it had to be his fiancee and he cringed his stomach trying to tie itself into a knot. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before shyly peeking out the blinds. He supposed he should let the other man know he was there. Standing he gently closed the book making a mental note of the page number. Then he shyly opened the door and stood in the entry way. He wondered... If he should wave maybe? Yes he supposed that would be a good sign. So shyly he lifted his arm, it was a small wave, pathetic really but it seemed to work because the blonde began approaching. And the moment he was close enough Even looked away, a habit of his, but he forced himself to at least glance at the other man. "Hello, I'm Even... I suppose you can call me Eve."

Eve gave a small nod, and pushed open the door inviting the blonde inside. Then he closed the door and silently padded back to the sofa, retrieving his book. "I suppose I should show you around?" He did not really wait for an answer, he was curious about the blonde and wanted to know if he could handle being in the same room as him, a tour would quickly decide if he could or not. "Though I suppose you can already tell this is the living room..." His voice had only the slightest hint of sarcasm, but aside that he remained pretty neutral and without waiting for much of a reaction he was leading them off to the rest of the house.

Even led Alexander to the kitchen it was one of his favorite spots, he explained that food would be delivered weekly and they could order anything extra. It was state of the art but Eve still found that it was cozy in someways, unlike other parts of the house that seemed to lack a touch of life and color. After the kitchen he showed off other parts of the house, the main floor was mostly barren with the odd office, bathroom, laundry room and so on, the downstairs was a game room and the upstairs was mostly bedrooms and bathrooms. But it seemed like all too soon Eve was opening the door to the master.

It was nice, if it weren't so painfully modern. Yes modern was alright and showed off wealth but Eve found that it made the room seem cold and loveless much like the wall that was separating Alexander and Even, maybe he would phone his mother and ask her to send a painting, something warm and colorful to make him feel a little better. But for now at least it functioned, the bed was large enough that Eve would look like a doll, the on suite bath was modern with a shower that seemed excessive to Even but apparently was perfect for those who enjoyed long showers so Eve would not complain too much.

All in all everything was big and rich. "Your things were already unpacked when I got here, there on the right side so I hope you don't mind that I took the left... Ah. I almost forgot. The phones may or may not be bugged, my father is a little paranoid if we phone someone who isn't verified, even the pizza place it will alert him, im aware this might be ridiculous so I will try and talk to him later about it, but I just thought it would be fair to warn you. Now should I leave and let you get settled?" Eve looked up at the blonde curiously his dark green eyes catching the light and turning emerald, before of course he looked away and back down to the floor.

Eve was all to happy to leave Xander to unpacking. He quickly left the room and headed back down to the living room. He had already done what could only be called a hostile take over of the couch. Having selected the comfiest spot and building a nest of pillows and blankets to keep warm and where he could easily move about while reading. Plopping down he eagerly re-opened his book, he was on page 120.

If Xander took too long he had yet to notice, he was busy reading his mind getting caught up in the tale, a small happy smile gracing his features as he read through the pages. It was rare for Eve to smile usually he had too many things on his mind and his face was covered in a monotone expression, so when he did show emotion it made him look wildly different. When angry his mother described him as a demon with green eyes his face loosing every soft warm edge. When sad he apparently looked like a beaten puppy, but when happy. Well Eve did not believe his mother but apparently he looked better, his painfully pale skin did not seem so painful and he looked more inviting.

Flipping to the next page Eve did not notice Xander until the man was practically standing in front of him. Blinking the smile left his face and he looked up curiously returning to his defensive frame of mind. Though he would admit to himself that Xander looked more then a little nice in his sweatpants which should almost be a crime. Perhaps he'd have to have a hostile take over of the blonde some time, though that thought was quickly shoved away. "I'm guessing you'd like to talk?"

Eve blinked at Xander confused but understanding. He gave a gentle smile just a small one to show he understood. "Its alright I'm not particularly fond of this either..." He let out a sigh. "But it's nice to know your taking this peacefully, my mother was a bit worried you might be mean to me..." Eve looked around nervously, he wasn't good with people, what did he say? What did he do? He wanted to comfort the other man show he understood that this was weird but how?

"Erm. As for the whole kissing thing I... Would not worry about it too much, I suppose its like kissing a female but I clearly lack breasts and some other features but lips are still lips, and by what I was informed its a minimum of one kiss per day so really it's going to be fine." Eve realized too late he was rambling and he looked away his pale cheeks flushing to the color of a fresh red rose. "Sorry for rambling I'm not very good with people and the whole situation has me on edge." He spared Xander a small glance. The man seemed so much more expressive then anyone Eve had in his life. His father was paranoid but he was polite, strict and rarely spoke, his mother spoke allot and shared allot but she was impossible to read she was always happy or worried. Xander wasn't like that hell if Eve knew better he'd say Xander was human.

Even could not help the small giggle that escaped him, did he really refer to it as virgin lips? Because Eve was pretty sure that his fiancee was no virgin. But he gave a small shy nod and set down his book he stood and shyly approached Xander, he knew that if he made it a big deal it would be worse so he closed his eyes and leaned down kissing the blonde quickly on the lips, and god were they soft and it had been forever sense Eve had kissed someone but he did not dwell. Moving away he shyly opened his eyes knowing he was blushing furiously. "A-and voila? No more virgin lips."

Moving back Eve quickly looked away, he was already shy so this was just painful for him. "I think I'm going to get started on dinner, I hope you like pesto pasta." Of course Eve hardly waited for an answer he was already making his way toward the kitchen violently shoving all thoughts away to try and reduce his shyness and embarrassment. And luckily cooking was a great distraction. Sure Eve wasn't a world class chef, but he had learned how to make simple home-cooked meals and he hoped his esteemed fiancee who Eve had been warned was rather well off and use to an extravagant life-style would be ok with it.

Even could not help the snort of laughter. It was weird for him to smile, or laugh, or generally show much emotion. He supposed it was because they were off to a good start. Xander had proven to not be terrifying or mean and that put him at ease. He also supposed that the blondes over-dramatic way of doing things amused him. Or maybe it was because Eve came from a household that was painfully boring. "I'm glad you like it. Though I'm certainly no chef."

He quickly ate his fill before gathering things up to do the dishes. He supposed it was auto-pilot really. Back home he did not need to work but he chose too because no one was around and it was something to do, so even here he relied on his routine. It was comforting, but no matter how comforting it was it did not spare him from realizing that the closer it got to night the closer it got to sharing a bed with Xander. Embarrassingly Eve had never shared a bed with someone. Even the man who took his virginity never stayed the night, one of the many reasons it had crashed and burned. It worried him, what if he was cuddler? Or a heat seeker? He did not want to make Xander awkward.

But it was doomed to happen, the dishes got done and Eve had time to read through a few chapters, he turned on the t.v for noise but sooner or later he yawned. But he thought it might not be so bad, if he went to bed before Xander maybe he could fall asleep and avoid any awkward encounters. Which is what he did, he stood wished Xander a good night sleep and padded his way upstairs, he changed quickly slid into his side of the bed and read until he fell asleep, though it was more then a little restless and very much dreamless.

Even had woken up at 7:30, and noted Xander wasn't there. It was a mild relief, but odd. Could it be the blonde was secretly an early riser and that Eve had slept through it all? Doubtful but apparently. He headed to the bathroom, having a quick shower and humming as he enjoyed the warmth. He had time to get out dry off and change clothes when he heard Xander call for him.

But Eve has always been cautious. Like rabbit. Get too close, make one move to fast and he'd get scared off. So despite the decent welcome yesterday Eve was, cautious. He padded downstairs and peeked into the kitchen warily. "Yes, I'm awake." He was quiet as usual. Stepping into the room his eyes widened at breakfast."Oh. Thank you." He moves a bit closer but he's still careful, still gentle, still shy worried about what could happen if he made a wrong move.

But he eventually sits down eating the food made for him and mumbling small thank yous for every small thing. When he finishes he stands ready to take the dishes and its then that he notices the blood-shot tired look in Xander's eyes. "Jesus. Xander you didn't sleep did you?" He moves closer to the man, loosing his rabbit like instincts for a moment to eye the man. "I know you were nervous but this is too much! Your going to sleep." It's stated matter of factually as Eve grabs onto Xander and starts trying to haul the larger man toward the bedroom.

Even led Xander up stairs to the bedroom. "To bed, listen I'm nervous about all this but I will not be responsible for your lack of sleep." He practically pushes the blonde into bed, wrapping him in blankets and fussing over him. "Now just rest ok. I can do the dishes, and when you wake up have a shower. Your sticky..." He tucks the blonde in more before cautiously leaving the room.

He spends the greater part of the morning cleaning and reading, wondering if he'd be spending all three months in such a state of boredom and awkward but friendly encounters with the blonde he was supposedly going to fall in love with. He heads upstairs once and awhile to check on the man and he finds himself starring almost curiously, he's very handsome and Eve would never deny he was blessed with good genes. But he's strange too Eve.

He ends up watching t.v and making lunch curled up on the sofa lethargically questioning life and fate. Wondering if his parents would try and arrange a different marriage for him if Xander fell through. The idea is upsetting to Eve, to traded off until eventually someone would want him, he also thinks it will hurt allot getting use to someone and kissing them even if under contract then doing it again... So really he hopes that after Xander he never has to do that again. Though he still finds it annoying he's wasting 3 months of his life for a man who's willing to keep himself up for a questionable amount of hours to try and avoid sleeping next to him.

Eve had been so caught up in his own thoughts and the blurring sound of the show he was watching that hearing Xanders voice cut through the noise was shocking. Turning to face the man Eve is more shocked when suddenly soft lips are being pressed to his. And he knows his eyes are wide but Xander doesn't seem to notice because hes waltzing off to the kitchen.

And god Eve shivers pleasantly at the view and is soon shoving thoughts out of his head. He breaths composing himself, wondering how he would survive 3 months in a house with a man that was painfully attractive and horribly un-aware. But eventually Eve decides to follow into the kitchen.

"I hope you slept well, you seemed mildly delirious when I tucked you in." He takes a seat at the island and watches Xander curiously. "I also hope you don't plan on doing that again, mostly for your healths sake..." Among other things like Eve's sanity and that god forsaken contract that kept them here.

Eve blushed when Xander teased him and quickly looked away until he re-composed himself. "Even if you are a sleep-cuddler I'm sure im no better so its nothing to worry over." Actually it was something to worry over but Even wasn't one to really share how he felt with others. He preferred to act un-affected by everything if he later needed to get emotions out he'd turn to going on a walk or something productive. When asked about food he blinked and looked a little confused. "I'm not sure... Whatever you'd like to cook is fine with me. And don't worry about taste, so long that you tried besides its very generous." Though secretly he did hope it was edible.

Even then quietly hoped down from the stool and returned to the living room to grab his book, then he returned to the kitchen and sat back down. He wanted to make sure Xander did not hurt himself, he also wanted to observe the blonde. Mostly because he was getting mixed signals. The man seemed to try and flirt at times, or his gaze would linger, it set Eve on edge giving him the urge to hide, he wasn't use to people paying attention to him so he supposed it might just be that Xander was bored and Eve was the only thing he could pay attention too. Though he had to admit part of those mixed signals might be from himself, the blonde intrigued him, scared him, and was attractive and Eve was not so good at flirting not that he wanted too.

Well... He supposed that last bit was a lie, he could flirt. He could attract almost anyone he wanted to if he tried, but it required an excessive amount of suppressing the urge to run and hide and go back to his books. Once he'd even burst into tears because his nerves had gotten so horridly frazzled while putting on what could only be refereed to as an act. No, Eve would certainly not flirt with Xander and if they were both lucky he never would. Opening his book the raven haired boy's eyes darted to the blonde momentarily. "You may want to get dressed before cooking..." And then he was reading.

Eve blushed at Xander's words but stayed quiet hiding behind his book, god did the blonde give mixed signals and Eve was really starting to get confused. But soon the blonde was gone to change and Eve had managed to return his complexion to normal. He continued reading glancing up once and awhile to make sure Xander was doing it all correctly. Then going back to reading, really nothing could have pulled him out of his focused state until he heart it. 'Evie' blinking and looking up Eve tilted his head to the side. "Evie?"

He jumped down and began setting the table but the nickname stuck in his head. No one had ever actually given him a nickname. Eve's own mother referred to him only by 'son' or by name. The nickname Eve had come about when Even had proclaimed it himself, and that only occurred because he thought it was endearing to get a nickname... which was somewhat sad now that he thought about it. But here Xander had only known him a day and was already finding new things to call him. "Hmp... Normally I'd protest most other variants of my name but I like it, I just hope its not your way of making me out to be more female because I can guarantee I'm not having any more growth spurts that would include breasts... Or even a growth spurt period." Though Eve wondered if maybe Xander would have preferred him as a girl.