Garlic and Pink Gloss (Merlin/Arthur modernday!AU flopsy, PG-13, 229 words)
"Should I be wearing garlic?" Merlin asked his boyfriend with his Calm Voice.
"What are you talking about, Merlin?" Arthur, still scrutinizing his reflection in the mirror, raised an eyebrow.
"Arthur. You're wearing face powder-Morgana's face powder, might I add-and looking distinctly undead." What he wanted to ask was, Are you drunk, and how long have you been hiding your craving to cross-dress?
Arthur hummed and rubbed the underside of his jaw. "Need a little bit more on my neck, don't you think? Does this shade work for my skin tone?"
Merlin snatched the bottle away from him. "Arthur. What is going on?" He manfully refrained from pouting.
"You're such a bossy girlfriend." Arthur shook his head, grinning affectionately.
Merlin hastily lowered his hands from his hips.
"If you must know, the boys are betting on which of us would make the prettiest girl."
"And the winner gets..."
Arthur looked at Merlin strangely. "Bragging rights, of course!"
"Right. How silly of me," Merlin said blandly. He could never understand the way jock minds work.
"To answer your question, that shade makes you look either like a vampire or like some painted whore dying of a consumptive disease."
Ignoring his boyfriend’s spluttering, he continued authoritatively, "You need to go a shade darker, at least. And your lips would look better with pink gloss instead of vermillion matte."
Happy birthday, author_by_night! =D Hope you're having a good one.
"What are you talking about, Merlin?" Arthur, still scrutinizing his reflection in the mirror, raised an eyebrow.
"Arthur. You're wearing face powder-Morgana's face powder, might I add-and looking distinctly undead." What he wanted to ask was, Are you drunk, and how long have you been hiding your craving to cross-dress?
Arthur hummed and rubbed the underside of his jaw. "Need a little bit more on my neck, don't you think? Does this shade work for my skin tone?"
Merlin snatched the bottle away from him. "Arthur. What is going on?" He manfully refrained from pouting.
"You're such a bossy girlfriend." Arthur shook his head, grinning affectionately.
Merlin hastily lowered his hands from his hips.
"If you must know, the boys are betting on which of us would make the prettiest girl."
"And the winner gets..."
Arthur looked at Merlin strangely. "Bragging rights, of course!"
"Right. How silly of me," Merlin said blandly. He could never understand the way jock minds work.
"To answer your question, that shade makes you look either like a vampire or like some painted whore dying of a consumptive disease."
Ignoring his boyfriend’s spluttering, he continued authoritatively, "You need to go a shade darker, at least. And your lips would look better with pink gloss instead of vermillion matte."
Happy birthday, author_by_night! =D Hope you're having a good one.