The open-plan London flat was cluttered. All around the room were slung books, unwashed cutlery and plates, and clothes of both male and female. The flat held a musty, comfortably and welcoming feel with the distinctive impression of 'home'. Rain pattered against the window and somewhere in the background the sound of a microwave humming drew out from the kitchen.
From the kitchen appeared a tall, dark haired woman dressed in an over-sized blue shirt with a pop-art TARDIS on it, over-sized because it was in fact Merlin's shirt, and baggy checked pajama bottoms that scuffed on the floor, too long for her legs. Her hair was casually mussed and thrown over one shoulder and her face was down turned: her attention on her phone, which she cupped in her slim hands.
She shuffled across the faded blue carpet towards a black haired man flopped across a worn down, pale green sofa. He wore similar nightwear to her, only a light blue dressing down was loosely thrown around his shoulders and his large feet were protected by thick mismatched socks.
"Shift" Morgana muttered, tapping Merlin's feet.
Without another word, Merlin adjusted his position on the sofa so that there was room for Morgana. His head was buried in 'The Hunger Games'. He'd read it before, roughly eight times before, but the tale never got old.
Morgana dumped herself down and tapped her iPhone screen. "Guess what..."
Merlin's hummed questioningly.
"I've got another follower! That's eight hundred now!" Morgana announced with pride. God she loved the 21st century.
The warlock cocked a brow and shifted, arching his back over the armrest of the sofa and reaching out to a small desk dominated by paper and an empty pizza box. Shooting Morgana a secretive look, he plucked his own phone out from under the pizza box and tapped in the code with his thumb. Morgana watched with a frown.
"You bastard!" She gaped, slapping his knee as he smugly held up the Tumblr screen for her to see. 1,002 followers.
"People like my blog" Merlin shrugged in mock nonchalance.
He looked back at it, casually rechecking the various fandom updates and scrolling through his dash. Suddenly, a notification popped up. He clicked on it, curious.
Drarryforeverbitches is no longer following you.
"Spiteful..."
Morgana stuck her tongue out at him.
She looked down at her dash. Another notification.
DestinyIsDestiel is no longer following you.
"I'm texting Mordred" Morgana wrinkled her nose. "He'll unfollow you"
"No he won't"
"Of course he will. For me he will"
Somewhere in London on his lunch break, Mordred sat in Starbucks sipping a mocha and chewing on a blueberry cookie when his phone bleeped. And again. And again. After wrestling with the zipper on his jacket, Mordred drew out his phone. Three text messages.
'Unfollow Merlin for me. :) ' - Morgana.
Mordred rolled his eyes. Nine centuries, nearly an entire millennium and they still managed to do this.
'If Morgana tells you to unfollow me and you do, I'm taking my Supernatural boxsets back' - Merlin
'If he threatens you with the boxset, you can borrow my Sherlock boxset AND the Two Towers blu-ray' - Morgana
His phone bleeped again, just as he was reading Morgana's last message.
'Unfollow me and I'm selling yours AND her flight tickets to San Diego' - Merlin
Mordred's jaw dropped. No. He'd been looking forward to Comic Con for too long for Merlin to just... sell them to some pathetic mortal.
'Your X-Box is looking very flammable right now' - Morgana
"What! No! Ugh, that's not fair" He shouted at his screen, aware of the looks he was receiving from the other customers.
'No more Nandos Wednesdays' - Merlin
'I'm finishing off the macaroni cheese right now. I'll save you some if you unfollow Merlin' - Morgana
Mordred bit his lip and groaned.
Back in the flat.
One notification.
"I think we went to far" Merlin stated, staring at his phone and then at Morgana's. During their 'fight' they had shifted on the sofa so that they were sat side by side with phones in front of them like guns.
The witch scowled at her screen. One notification.
"The little shit" She uttered, earning herself a hum of agreement from Merlin.
Eatingcheeseandspewingrainbo ws is no longer following you read on both their screens.
Merlin turned to Morgana "Wanna go see the Hobbit without him?"
"Yeah. We'll go while his Ikea shift is on" Morgana agreed.
I might make this an entire series of oneshots of their lives living in the 21st century... depends if this is popular enough :D