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elle s’accroche à la vie ------she clings to life
moved to apparitiion
SO. this blog is getting a revamp. all previous connections will be erased, all posts will be deleted, etc. i really adore isabelle, and i want to give her the attention she deserves. hopefully the revamp will be what i need to get back into things with her, and stay with it.
isabelle is sad. just... a sad little turtle, at the moment. sometimes she gets like this ---remembers that “hey, i’m dead. i can’t do anything normal people do. i’ll never be able to do what i wanted to do with my life. i might be stuck here forever.” and she likes to wallow in her sadness, which can make rooms extremely cold or even burn light bulbs out. when she’s angry, things tend to move on their own and, again, lights burn out. her emotions affect the environment around her ---the negative ones more than the positive ones.
i feel like not enough people on here voice when they like something. i feel like we tend to worry that we might come off as creepy or needy or obsessive, and i think that needs to change. writers deserve to know when you like their character or their writing, so if you enjoy something about someone’s blog, whether it be their theme or their characterization or their use of certain literary devices, TELL THEM!! it inspires people to know that those consuming their work are enjoying it. it might keep someone from giving up on something they love because they think no one’s interested. trust me, no matter how many followers someone has or if they play an oc or a canon character, they’ll appreciate it. so spread your lovin’.
“ to bother ?i’m flattered. but what if i want you to actually GIVE —— UP a secret. ? ”
❝ ...what would you want that for? ❞
"If you ever get lonely, you can always come and find me, Isabelle."
she won’t say it out loud, but she’s lonely all the time. even in the presence of (( most )) people, she feels like she’s alone —-it’s her curse. it’s the strongest emotion she feels in death, other than boredom and, perhaps, disgust. positive emotions are hard to come by, but kit doesn’t do an awful job at letting them come. so his offer means quite a bit to her, but she’s never been one to grovel, so she’ll keep her composure and be short and sweet about it.
❝ merci, kit —-thank you, very much. ❞
“ i c-o-u-l-d ? you are a terrible liar, miss. ”
❝ i gossip, to be sure, but when it counts ---when i care enough to bother... there is nothing that could make me give up a secret. ❞
❝ If I don’t do it, YOU’RE G O N E ? That doesn’t seem f a i r .❞
❝ life is not fair. and neither is death. ❞
we go where no one goes
” I lived away from the city, back when I was little, a long time ago, I was close to all the open fields and pastures. It’s nice to remember, but now I want to leave and see more of what there is across the country. “
He sighs, mind going to recollect his life before now, before he met Alma, even before he had a poor job as a diesel mechanic and gas station attendee. It’s soothing to think about, even the rougher parts of his childhood like bullying since that’s all he had to worry about. Childish fears are nothing in comparison to the world now. It was more peaceful back then than he realized. So caught up in his own memories, Kit hardly realized how much he was trailing off. To leave, to get away from this one mundane spot in a sleepy little town where he can hardly get a decent job because of what everyone thinks and suspects. It doesn’t matter that he was exonerated.
” Maybe if I leave here and just get on a bus and go wherever, I can forget… “
she’s hardly the most patient individual, but she waits quietly and does her best not to fiddle as kit trails off. she especially understands the desire to get out of a place and to see something new. anything. she left a beautiful town where the people loved her, for the excitement of a new city in a different country. she knows what it means to want that. to need that. and she knows what it feels like to follow through, and the freedom that you feel when you leave your life behind. sure, it’s scary, but she’s never been the type to let fear hold her back.
❝ you should go. if it is what you WANT, and forgive me for making assumptions, but i think it is... then you should do it. ❞
Headcanon: after the nights that Isabelle spends over Kit's house, whenever he wakes up in the morning and she's just sitting around staring at him, he's kind enough to greet her with "good morning" and make it seem a little more domestic so she doesn't have to pay attention to the things she cannot do as a ghost.
i’m not crying, you’re crying. that’s so sweet, oh god. she’s actually quite creepy i’m so ?? and he’s so nice to her. aw.
Surely there must be a way to help with you predicament? Why not seek out an expert on ghosts or supernatural beings?
❝ été là, fait que —-you do not think i have tried that? those people are too often illegitimate. it is not worth it. ❞
she’s spoken to a psychic before, and it ended with her being hunted. that is not something she would like to try again. not ever.
Are there any friends you've acquired before and after death?
❝ before? absolutely not. i was a very solitary woman. i needed myself, and no one else. stubborn as a mule, too —-i did not accept company where i should have. still, i have hardly changed. there are few i would call myself friends with, even now. but those that i do know who they are… j’espère. ❞
we go where no one goes
“I lived in Missouri from the time I was born ‘till I was an adult. Well… young adult technically. Some would say I’m still a kid, even at twenty-three.”
He sits on the arm of the couch and folds his arms over one thigh. It’s strange to reflect on his life as a whole in order to tell her this and that. He’ll omit the bits about Briarcliff, given that it’s a chapter he doesn’t want to revisit in vivid detail. Kit wants to move forward, but for the longest time it was swept aside in favor of just being satisfied with whatever people threw his way. That’s not to discredit some of the well-meaning people he met, Kit would never forget the likes of Alma and Grace, and even Lana. Now, he just wants more, to get out of this small shell and do whatever will make him feel alive and free. No longer weighed down by an unfulfilling job.
”My mom and pop were good people. They raised me right. We were poor but made do with whatever came our way. I just wish the ambition to do more had come earlier.”
for some reason, she’s very much so fascinated with this brief summary of his life thus far. it sounds so very provincial ---though she’s sure, there’s just something about him, that says there’s a bit more there. a bit more that is none of her business, at least not at this point, so she won’t ask about it. whatever IT is.
❝ what sort of more is it that you are interested in? travel? a different job? the promise of romance in some distant city? ❞
all of those sound appealing to her, really. mostly the travel. possibly the romance. even the job idea isn’t awful, because it would mean more human interaction. which she’ll never complain about. ever.
❝ it sounds like a good life, from what i’ve heard. a little plain, but that is something we can work on. ❞