Septimus Luna paced from the kitchen to the living room and back again. The 24 year old's normally perfectly combed hair was mussed by his nervous habit of running his hand through it. There were dark circles under his worried eyes, and he was drinking from a large mug of black coffee.
The pacing had become the main activity of the young man's day, ever since his brother, Lucian had gone missing a week before. Septimus was the eldest brother, and he had always felt responsible for and protective of his younger brothers. Septimus had felt especially close to Lucian. Unlike the the third Luna brother, Lucian had never been bratty toward Septimus.
Lucian and Septimus hadn't always gotten along, any more than most brothers, but Lucian had always seemed to understand and appreciate Septimus' concern for his younger brothers and had even helped him look after the spoiled baby brother. Since their parents were often too busy to look after the boys, Septimus and Lucian had been kept busy during their childhood and teen years keeping the youngest brother from drinking bleach, or setting the house on fire, and the shared hardship had brought them even closer.
Septimus felt he was nearly at the end of his endurance. Unlike his parents, he knew that Lucian wouldn't just disappear without telling them. He knew that his brother had to be in terrible trouble, and each passing day increased the 24 year old's fear that he would never see Lucian again.
"Please be alright," Septimus mumbled as he paced, never going far from the phone. He only left his house to go to work, and he hurried home each night in the hope that Lucian would be able to come to the house or call.
The pacing had become the main activity of the young man's day, ever since his brother, Lucian had gone missing a week before. Septimus was the eldest brother, and he had always felt responsible for and protective of his younger brothers. Septimus had felt especially close to Lucian. Unlike the the third Luna brother, Lucian had never been bratty toward Septimus.
Lucian and Septimus hadn't always gotten along, any more than most brothers, but Lucian had always seemed to understand and appreciate Septimus' concern for his younger brothers and had even helped him look after the spoiled baby brother. Since their parents were often too busy to look after the boys, Septimus and Lucian had been kept busy during their childhood and teen years keeping the youngest brother from drinking bleach, or setting the house on fire, and the shared hardship had brought them even closer.
Septimus felt he was nearly at the end of his endurance. Unlike his parents, he knew that Lucian wouldn't just disappear without telling them. He knew that his brother had to be in terrible trouble, and each passing day increased the 24 year old's fear that he would never see Lucian again.
"Please be alright," Septimus mumbled as he paced, never going far from the phone. He only left his house to go to work, and he hurried home each night in the hope that Lucian would be able to come to the house or call.