Ignatius looked over at Sebastian and grinned,
”Ah, Sebby! Creepy is the best, don’t you think? So many wonderful things in creepy” he chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement, as he watched one of his best friends move towards the house. How could he ever be jealous of Sebastian? Sebastian was a brother to him, but...it was Isaura.
His Isaura. Maybe he was going crazy. It wouldn’t surprise him. A laugh suddenly escaped him at Connor’s words.
”Oh, Conny, Conny, Con, con conner!” He chanted out, eyes alight, and voice full of merriment,
”I live every day to its fullest!” He laughed again, humming slightly. He turned his full attention to Isaura again, meeting her eyes, her deep, beautiful eyes that he could just lose himself in. And that, if he was being entirely truthful, he had a time or two. There was just something about Isaura, that he could never quite put his finger on. Something that drew him to her, and kept him there.
”Oh, Isie! If we didn’t do things because we had a bad feeling about them….then we wouldn’t live!” He said rather dramatically, ever the one for dramatics and flare. He chuckled, and hugged Isaura to him, enjoying her warmth, and the contact with her.
Soft, warm, and so very Isaura. He couldn’t really describe it. She was just...she made him laugh, made him smile, kept him from being a complete fool, and..she made him feel special. Even if she didn’t know it, didn’t notice it, she made him a better person, in every possible way. He looked down at her as she shifted, seemingly uneasily, and he gave her a small squeeze, looking about them. It appeared in the few moments he’d been….absorbed by Isaura, the others had been acting. Sebastian’s disappearance could only mean one thing-the scrawny little bugga had made his way in the house, through the window. He watched, waiting, ready to run in there and drag his butt back out if required, his grip tightening on Isaura slightly as he stood there, a little tense.
And then he appeared again, opening the door and Ignatius let out a slow breath. He looked down at Isaura again, as she pressed against him, and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his features. He tightened his grip on her again, as if he could quite easily just...not let her go. What was he going to do? There was just so much...emotion. He sighed softly, and shifted, not letting Isaura go.
”You’re right, it doesn’t look stable. In fact, it looks like it might just fall over with a gust of strong wind. Like the three little pigs and the big bad wolf” He said, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out in an explosive puff, with a menacing face, before he broke it, and smiled.
He let it fade after a moment, looking back to the cottage.
”Normally I wouldn’t want you doing anything that freaked you out...but Sebastian is in there, and you know he’ll get into trouble without us, or rather, without you...” he said softly, looking back to her, a little worried. He wouldn’t go in, if she wasn’t. He wasn’t about to leave her out here by herself, and maybe they could talk….or maybe he’d just make a fool of himself. He didn’t even know what was wrong with him.
”Come on Seb, get your butt out here, it doesn’t seem pleasant in there, at least from your expression! I don’t want to have to uncover your butt from the wreckage if that thing falls on you, not if it stinks!” He said, tone amused once more, although he didn’t mean to joke. He tried to see behind Sebastian, frowning slightly. It didn’t look like the inside was better than the outside-in fact, it looked a hell of a lot worse.