What Can Be Won
Author: starkidpatronus
Title: What Can Be Won
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Merlin & Arthur discuss what constitutes a contest.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 187
Prompt: #332: Contest
Author's Notes: Not beta'd
“Two,” Arthur declares.
“Ha! Four,” Merlin replies. “I’ve got ya’ beat.”
“Didn’t realize it was a contest,” Arthur mutters, taking another sip of beer.
“Not a contest, per se,” Merlin says. “Just-something I’ve won.”
“What can you win other than a contest?”
Merlin thinks about it for a moment, seems to be really considering it, brow furrowed as he takes a long swig of vodka. How he can drink shitty straight vodka, Arthur will never know. Then, Merlin’s lips detach from the bottle with a smacking sound, and he gives a self-satisfied grin. “Respect.”
Arthur rolls his eyes. “Fine. You win.”
“Oh, another one!” Merlin exclaims.
“Another what?” Arthur asks, picking up the remote and starting to flick through the channels on the telly.
“Thing you can win that isn’t a contest,” Merlin explains. “An argument.”
“Technically, an argument is a contest. Every point is a point, if you’ll pardon the pun.”
“Hm, so I guess you win this one.”
“Well, I had to win one eventually.”
And Merlin laughs and laughs, and as Arthur’s heart clenches, Arthur thinks about how that can be won, too.
Title: What Can Be Won
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Merlin & Arthur discuss what constitutes a contest.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 187
Prompt: #332: Contest
Author's Notes: Not beta'd
“Two,” Arthur declares.
“Ha! Four,” Merlin replies. “I’ve got ya’ beat.”
“Didn’t realize it was a contest,” Arthur mutters, taking another sip of beer.
“Not a contest, per se,” Merlin says. “Just-something I’ve won.”
“What can you win other than a contest?”
Merlin thinks about it for a moment, seems to be really considering it, brow furrowed as he takes a long swig of vodka. How he can drink shitty straight vodka, Arthur will never know. Then, Merlin’s lips detach from the bottle with a smacking sound, and he gives a self-satisfied grin. “Respect.”
Arthur rolls his eyes. “Fine. You win.”
“Oh, another one!” Merlin exclaims.
“Another what?” Arthur asks, picking up the remote and starting to flick through the channels on the telly.
“Thing you can win that isn’t a contest,” Merlin explains. “An argument.”
“Technically, an argument is a contest. Every point is a point, if you’ll pardon the pun.”
“Hm, so I guess you win this one.”
“Well, I had to win one eventually.”
And Merlin laughs and laughs, and as Arthur’s heart clenches, Arthur thinks about how that can be won, too.