Nda: Hi!
You should know that I'm a Italian girl... and I'm not very good with English but... I try! (With Internet :P)
I wrote this story one years ago (and I'm still continuing writing. LOL).
Translate the ff will be very hard - I know, I know - but I try.
I hope you enjoy the prologue!
Good, I hope, reading! :)
I. Sometimes they come back
May.
The city had awakened like the naive solus' tender passions wake up.
Spring.
The birds are singing in the sweetest way, the morning breeze lets you pose in the face with sweetness...
Yeah, Spring's the season of sweet.
An alarm clock kept tweeting, by at least a quarter of an hour, in that modest London apartment.
Black hairs were pancaked against a pillow, folded to compress two big ears, in an obvious attempt to not hear more alarm.
When that stupid electronic gadget rang out for the umpteenth time, he decided to pull it off. She sat up on the bed, pulling a long sigh.
His blue eyes, still spleepy, tried to focus the room in the morning twilight. It all seemed so peaceful, so relaxing...
"It's time to get up, it's seven and thirty-two minutes. It's time to get up." the second alarm, positioned on the dresser next to the mirror – or on the other side of the room – began tweeting annoyingly.
Merlin fell back exhausted upon his bed, feeling constantly that litany in his ears, without finding the strength to stand up, be a man – as had always said his mother – and go to turn that damn alarm clock.
It was useless to get up, 'cause if he had not turned up voluntarily...
"Just lounging around!"
Merlin felt himself slide the pillow from the nape, making fall uncomfortably on the mattress – so inviting ...
"Arthur kill us if we appear in time, and you know I don't joke!"
The young man turned back into his bed, covering with blankets of fine linen neck. «Let him kill me after five minutes... »
The voice had an inflection of tenderness: "Come on, get out of bed!"
Merlin, cornered, albeit reluctantly, decided to get up and be active in society.
"Since when did you become so lazy?" she teased, looking at him fingerart.
The boy blinked a little look smug, pulling her slightly to himself. "Since you made me lose sleep."
He would kiss her if his girlfriend didn't threw a pillow over his face, and then move away. "Wear the clothes!" She giggled.
"I start to go, I have to buy the newspaper to Mr. Gaius." she said, taking his copy of keys before print to him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll see you later, love. '
Merlin came to suffice that kiss blown to the lips, then smile politely. "Freya..." recalled guy, immobilizing the girl instantly.
"Don't you forget something?" remarked, pointing with the forgotten bag in a corner of the house.
"Oh, dear. Where's my head? "she ran to pick on, leaning the bag on his left shoulder, then throw a kiss on the fly to her boyfriend: "Bye, honey!"
The door closed, leaving the young man, completely alone. "Bye" blew, before his personal mobile phone vibrated.
He wrinkled his brow, completely unrelated to who would ever look for it at that time – if not Arthur – and a mini heart attack just reading the nameMORGANA. Let it ring, keeps this in his hands.
That name remained fixed on the screen, almost like a tattoo printed on the skin.
A twinge in his stomach was heard; all the good mood had tragically poured into cosmic sadness. The five rings, the girl hung up.
He dressed like a robot.
That call he wanted to forget, as soon as possible.
He took the knife from the sink, forgetting that it did not even smeared shaving cream.
Morgana.
In his mind he hovered just that name. Those five rings.
What did she want from him now? What did after those damned two years of silence?
She is like that, he became convinced. Returns only when it is convenient, by which time the worst part is already over. You know what's Morgana? Life goes on and my now it's all downhill!
He injured the skin, realizing only then the lack of attention for the shaving cream "Shit!" He swore, remembering to be dangerously late for work.
Sure, it would be ridiculous to go out into that state of the house, but it was definitely worse to put up with a lecture by Prat.
He managed to dress in less than ten minutes, maybe using some magic trick, since it also reputasse humanly impossible.
Hurriedly he took his copy of keys and left the apartment ... forgetting his cell phone on the dresser in the kitchen.
In the meantime he had begun to ring.
A name in large letters appeared again, replacing the Merlin photos and Freya, smiling embraced.
ARTHUR CALL
"Don't say a word ..."
Arthur anticipates him, seeing him arrive at full speed in the bar. "Thirty-seven minutes late, what have you to say for yourself?"
The raven-estimated what was the excuse most suitable for use, but not to him were the best: "Saturday were forty-five?" He ventured.
The other glared with an intimidating look. "Shut up, Merlin!"
Arthur Pendragon, his best ... ummm, no, not even Merlin knew exactly what it was for him. It was definitely a bit of everything.
She was the only person he felt he had a sense of belonging. It was something unusual that does not happen every day.
The fact was that this guy had decided to open a bar with its own forces, just to show his father that he was able to go it alone. Alone, and with the help of Merlin and Freya.
Since the last relationship, the one with his ex Geneva was over, the young blonde was completely isolated from the field of feelings, finding refuge in his Merlin which, unfortunately - so it seemed to the jet - was engaged.
Merlin had always suspected that, for Arthur, the presence of the Freya was indigestible, but had not made the problem of contemplating the crazy ideas of the twenties played.
Arthur would always come first of all, was an inseparable priorities in his life; if there were a need would also be closed once and for all his report, but for the moment he did not see the need.
That the righteous of his best friend were different from her it was something she would have to accept both, for better or for worse.
However, that doesn't look like a normal day like any other...
"From today there will be a novelty." Announced the Prat- barman, the arrival of Freya.
"What news?" She asked curiously, while receiving a look disparagingly by Arthur.
"We will not be the only ones in the bar." Continued Arthur, slightly tightening the jaw; obviously that was not a choice at all shared by the blond. "My sister Morgana and her boyfriend Mordred will be ours."
The brain of the jet he resets it in a flash.
Morgana was engaged. Morgana was returning to London. Morgana was returning with Mordred. Morgana would be all day in the bar, working with him ... and Mordred.
"Something wrong, Merlin?" Freya, concerned about a non-response from her boyfriend, had set out to posargli hand on his shoulder.
The young man shook himself from his thoughts, placing his gaze before the searching eyes of Arthur, then in those dark and cozy with his girlfriend. "No, it's okay".
"He sure?" Persisted the girl. "You turned pale as marble."
Fortunately, Arthur seemed to rush to his aid: "Your boyfriend's always pale as marble, Freya." He corrected, in a tone that was falling ... the nuisance?
Yet Merlin seemed not to care the least of his surroundings.
His mind remained crowded with a thousand thoughts, whose pivot was always just her, Morgana.