[b]Luca Song[/b]

[i]Luna. So the interesting girl has a beautiful name too[/i], he whispered in his head

"Nice to meet you, just call me Luca," he replied in turn. 

He glanced over at Desmond, his poor-excuse of a smile faltering at the knowledge that Luna was his sister. He picked it back up smoothly, dark eyes falling onto Luna as she turned towards the red head. A few words were spoken, voices both shortly heard and entirely new entered the conversation. It seemed liked everyone were sociable with another, leaving him with a acceptable role of silence, or at least it should be. 

Luna had tried so hard to pry him from the forest earlier, it sucked that her efforts would go down the drain cause of a poor invitation. A coy smirk flashed on his face as Luna spoke to other girl. He must have been too busy for his brother to wreck his fun; the ghastly image hadn't showed and for that much he was grateful. On a stray thought though, he found it pleasing to say Luna's name to himself and found it awkwardly funny that her name matched his own, they sounded like they could be long lost friends. 

"Yea, I'm coming," his delayed answer came. 

In the company of a split group, he found it even harder to keep himself normal. The more they traversed the grounds of the moonlit forest, the more he found himself detached from the rest of them. Always two feet from any one person, he took his time. It was rare that one actually walked in a setting that sounded like it came out of a book but here he was, walking through a forest with silvery light streaming through the dark trees. 

[i]What the hell is he searching for?[/i] he asked himself, looking at Desmond from behind. 

Now that he had the time, he could see the resemblance between the two. Desmond seemed like the typical douche bag that urged others into bad decisions, while Luna on the other hand appeared to be the voice of reason. Even still... Luna held herself protectively and hid from the world behind the tresses of her hair. The question as to why continued to plague him. He rubbed his chest at the thought, he could feel his brother's gentle push still lingering, a dreaded reminder.