Title: Staring contest
Summary: Merlin knows what he wants and he’s not about to give up
Warnings: not betaed yet, sowwy!
Word Count: 123
Merlin glared at him across the table. It wouldn’t happen, he wouldn’t give. This was way too important and he just wouldn’t make way for the other man to move in. So he threw him dark looks and hoped he looked intimidating enough for the other to crumble.
They both knew what they wanted and were equals. Merlin’s magic bubbled underneath the surface, he could just reach out and take what he wanted, but he didn’t want to win this way. So he squinted a bit more, hoping it would give him an even more determined look.
“Okay,” Mordred threw his hands up and shoved his chair back. “You won! Just go ahead!”
Merlin grinned widely as he reached for the last pastry.