𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒       𝑖𝑡       𝒂𝒍𝒍       𝑏𝑒𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑑

[silversdeath]

+ #SILVERSDEATH, an exploration of : the trials and tribulations of wifedom, the full moon rises, being touched by death, the power of motherhood, clairvoyancy, a dream-like state, begging for salvation, the ultimate sacrifice, bargaining  with  god, unimaginable grief, gothic horror, the consequences of our actions, unnatural forces of the world, a bullet made of silver, ships passing in the night, what almost was and what will be.

❪ . . . ❫ _ an independent, highly selective and mutually exclusive headcanon-based portrayal of ISABELLE LAURENT from the cursed / eight for silver. semi-original, plucked from film canon, lore rewritten and adapted to suit. including themes such as the supernatural, religion, maternal instincts, superstitions, psychic abilities, horror and death. this blog is plot - focused and contains mature themes. twenty1+ only. CARRD. PROMPTS. MIC.

HEAVILY AFFILIATED WITH & EXCLUSIVE TO : SILVERSPATH. associated with : EVERYROUTE + TBA.

[silverspath]

+ . . . "you'll see." the words sound like they're embraced in a grin, and they are, but the closer they get, the more his heart begins to pound. maybe he should have collected her input first. asked her what she thought about it. or perhaps when charlotte had asked what he was doing he should have told her and at the very least she could have put her two sense in. while he was positive it wouldn't make her miserable -- he did find himself questioning what exactly isabelle would think. ( a little too late to ponder ) was it too much? surely not, he thinks; SHE DESERVES THE WORLD. john settles, squeezing her fingers between his own despite having dropped the one previously covering her eyes. when he meets her emerald gaze he finds his breath getting stuck mid-inhale. mesmerized. "a picnic indeed." his grin is gone. replaced by the softest of twines as he looks down at her. "of course for you," he says as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. not only because it's set up a few feet away from them but because ... well, because. "i thought it would be ill-fitting to waste a beautiful day like today inside and while martha is making edward and charlotte's favourites i figured ..." he gestured to the picnic before them before allowing his other hand to fall, fingers sifting across her back to urge her forward. "you deserved it." that's really what it was, wasn't it? he just wanted to see her happy. he can't stop watching her expression. "is this alright, isabelle?" a question with more meaning than he could even pretend to show or hide.

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+ ... to say she was nervous would be an understatement. not because she feared what awaited her- isabelle truly trusted john with everything, she knew he would never lead her astray. but tendrils of worry did start to whisper in her ear ... what if she disappointed him? she's sure that whatever plans he had in store for her would delight her thoroughly, but old habits die hard and she can't help but brace herself for the fallout. it never comes. instead, she is pleasantly surprised and her heart near sings with fond adoration at his efforts. "... i love it-" she says quietly, eyes gazing back at the setting as she looks upon it, until she turns them back on john at his explanation. it IS a beautiful day, and it was wasted inside- that he ensured her children were tended to and cared for has her breath catching in her throat at his thoughtfulness. maybe she did deserve this- but did she deserve him? she will NOT cry, but the green of her eyes shine a little brighter as isabelle stares up at him. "more than, john." she assures him, because how could it be anything but alright when she's never felt so ... loved ... it's THAT thought that shakes her from her stupor, unwilling to delve too far deep into such a notion now- perhaps she'll dwell on it later, when he isn't at her back awaiting her. "i- i don't think i've ever had a picnic like this ..." a light confession spoken with a small but besotted smile, she moved towards the blanket with her hands dropped down to her skirts, lifting them up slightly as she turned to john still drifting backwards, her eyes narrowing at him accusingly, though there is no hint of ire on her tongue. "you spoil me."

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+ . . . john couldn't imagine a world where isabelle made him miserable, especially not as they stood there, as he watched every minutiae change in her expression ( her smile and the soft rosiness that coloured her cheeks )- and he positively gleamed back at her in the light of her radiance. smile wide. eyes alight with glee. body canted towards her, just like it always seemed to do. "see," he starts, playful in his pride, "that is precisely how i knew you would say yes." it isn't. there are many reasons he didn't consider her saying no, and maybe even, one of them was because the idea of her saying no would have been despairingly heartbreaking, but mainly because neither one of them wanted to see the other miserable. this, he hopes, will make her anything but miserable. by the way she laughs as he hovers behind her john thinks he's already doing a pretty good job. his smile spreads. "i do, however, i think you are capable of a few tricks." john teases. with his free hand, he reaches down to take hers while the other remains covering her eyes. "i've got you. i will steer you with my life. you have my word." somehow, he's mastered the art of seriousness and jest in a perfect timbre. he begins to lead her down into the flat of the backyard. "careful... let me step down, and then you..." he tightens his grip on her until they're both down the stone step and then he turns her body to face what he has set up for her. the blanket from the market he'd insisted on bringing home after it was declared adoring. a wooden picnic basket. plates, to which john had set out for them. two awaiting glasses. "okay, 3, 2, 1 ..." ( he drops his hand ) "now you can peak."

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+ ... eyes would roll despite their closure beneath the palm of his hand as she tilts her head towards him, as if that action alone would indicate her incredulity and her amusement at his lie- for it is a lie, and she can tell. how she knows him so well as to pick up on the unspoken nerves and worry inside him when he's given no obvious clues, she'd be best not to dwell. even as his teasing tone and the taking of her hand leaves her breathless and blushing. her smile sharpens some, the point of her teeth showing in her smirk as she hums good naturedly and gently raises one shoulder in gesture. "the only tricks i'm capable of are often well deserved ... " and john has earned none, yet. isabelle expelled a breath, accompanying a sigh, but she settles with ease, leaning back slightly into his chest and her grip on his hand delicate, but firm, squeezing with her fingers slightly. "... i trust you, john." she says quietly, genuinely, without hesitation or question. and after a hearts beat, she teases back. "even if you lack trust in me." another soft laugh slips through her lips on a puff of air as he begins to guide her, and she stills accordingly when he begs she take care- waiting patiently for him to lead her down and though she takes each step slowly, measured- she's no concern of falling. he's proven time and time again in the near year since they met that he would catch her if she did. "where are you taking me?" she queries airily, not really asking him to reveal his kept secret but the furrow of her brow she's sure he can feel under his hand gives away her curiosity. she's trying to map the path he's taking her, but she's no idea what he has planned. isabelle bit her lower lip gently, worrying it with her tongue and teeth as he turns her, and they stop. when he counts down, she hesitates for a moment after his hand falls, before blinking her eyes open. had he not already stolen her breath from her, it would surely be forfeited now as she shifts back a step into him, her eyes taking in the display set up in front of her, and when she turns her head towards john, her smile is bright. "a picnic?" as if she needs clarification. "you did this, for me? john ..."

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+ . . . his eyes hone in playfully, inner corners squinted. what then indeed. perhaps he should have considered the tragedy of her refusing. perhaps he should also consider why he would in fact call that a tragedy -- a word so rich, so deep in suffering -- yet just as he had not done in part to the potential of refusal, he does not do now, and john simply shakes his head at her with a smile gripping the edges of his lips. his arm outstretches as their hands intertwine and she steps away. "well, i would simply have no other choice but to wallow in misery." john declares with a regal air of teasing. about to suggest she would never be the cause of any misery, the words trip in his mouth at their closeness. a beat, a breath. HIS GETS CAUGHT IN HIS THROAT. the smile wavers, but not to frown, rather to adoring grin. it isn't as though he plays shy when it comes to watching her. half of the time, john doesn't even know just how much time he spends taking her in. but she's mesmerizing. only a fool would not agree. he's many things. ( a fool is not one of them ) "i would, yes." john nods before he gives a little tug to her hand, pulling her back in. their faces inches apart for a brief moment before he steps around her to place his own over her eyes. from behind, his lips hover by her ear. "but how ever could i trust you not to peak now, dear isabelle?"

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+ ... she beams, bright grin spreading from each corner of her lips, white teeth framed in a pale pink as isabelle shook her head fondly. "well, we can't have that-" a pause, and her grin softens. "i've no desire to see you miserable." no truer words has she spoken, none that she can recall with any ease. a still expression settles 'pon her face, frozen in time as they simply stare at each other- her smile small and serene, even as a light blush colours her cheeks. the way he looks at her ... and the space lacking between them ... and the way he tugs her towards him. isabelle's lips part with a shuddered inhale, breath hitching while she looks up at him. his eyes are so blue- when he moves behind her, and her hand is gently pried away, replaced with his own, isabelle giggled quietly. her hands fell to her stomach, where her palms lay flat and her fingers lightly curled into the fabric of her dress. "john," his name a comfort on her tongue even as she playfully protests with the turn of her head inwards- his lips at her ear gives her pause, and she stills with a sudden inhale that she holds. "... you don't trust me?" isabelle teased faintly, acutely aware of his mouth at the curve of her jaw- not quite touching, but no less intimate. her heart aches, yearns, and she knows why. "you'll have to lead. and i'll be on my very best behaviour ... no peaking."

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+ _ fingertips ghost over the ivory keys of the piano in the sitting room, her favoured place to dwell in thought- second only to the bay window on the second floor that overlooks the garden. she hasn't played in months, but she hasn't felt the desire to either. a concerto plays in her head instead, drowning out the whispers that have grown less and less prominent in the past few weeks. a small smile remains touched upon her lips as she feels far more herself here than she ever did in the home they lost in what feels like another life. isabelle's home is here now, she's come to realise that recently. though she still startles some at his announcement, as she turns to gaze back at him, it occurs to her that she had felt as though he were there. john watches isabelle often enough, she knows what it feels like when his eyes are on her. "is that so?" she quipped back with her smile growing as she smoothed her hands down the corset of her stomach while she stood from the piano stool. her eyes follow his gesture, and her head tilts in tandem, before she settles them back on john. "if you've gone to such an effort, how could i possibly refuse?" as she speaks, she drifts towards him at a steady pace, until she stands in the doorway with him, almost touching. she asks him, playfully suspicious. "what are you up to?"

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+ . . . he takes her in as she crosses the room towards him, eyes creasing at the corners with an innocent sort of mischief. "hmmm, well, i do suppose it would be difficult to follow through if you refused." he teased lightheartedly. while john would never force isabelle to do anything he also hadn't considered the possibility of her saying no to his impromptu request. then again, the longer time passed, the more in-tune they started to become with one another. instinctively, as she drew closer, his hand fell to her side while his other hand lifted to gesture towards the door as his head had previously done. "forgive me, i don't consider myself a master of surprises-" john started through a chuckle, hand pushing gently where it splayed, fingers curling ever so slightly into the fabric of her corset to urge her with him so they could venture to the spot he'd set up, "-but i believe if i told you what awaited, that it would no longer be a surprise." his eyes softened as he opened the side door, allowing her to go first. "i think you will enjoy it though." at least he hoped. that was the desired end result anyway. "and then you can return to playing piano for as long as you'd like." which he, too, wanted to hear more of.

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+ … smile remains, the inner corners of her mouth accustom to it’s curvature when it comes to john- and without thought or reason or conscious effort, she leans into his touch at her side. drifting closer still with his encouragement, allowing his urging hand to guide her astray. “and if i had? refused. what then?” teasing lilt accompanied the gentle hum of mirth in the hollow of her throat as he leads her through the door, her eyes catching his as she passes, indulging her inner yearning with her own hand rising to rest against his chest, fingertips brushing his collar, trailing lightly as she moved ahead. “ah … i suppose that would defeat the purpose.” isabelle turned as she crossed the threshold, awaiting his following with her hand briefly lingering before she let it fall, only to hover over the back of his at her side. stepping away from him, she caught his hand with hers and she quirked a delicate brow upwards with a minute cant of her head. “would you have me cover my eyes?” another teasing quip, and isabelle lifted her arm to place her hand over her face, palm curving over the bridge of her nose, her eyes closing accordingly. only for a second, before she splayed her fingers and peered through the gap with a gentle smile.

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+ . . . the afternoon sun sits high in the sky when john finds her, a soft twine in his lips as he hovers in the archway of the sitting room. both edward and charlotte are with the tutor. he's made sure their own lunches are taken care of but he has a very different plan altogether for theirs. his hand presses into the wall, watching her for a moment. as peaceful as it would be to spend the rest of the day doing just that- well- by nightfall the sheet he's steel poked into the ground not too far from the house would more than likely be picked up in the wind. besides, the sun out there is much better than the mere rays cascading through the stained glass in here. "i have a surprise." he announces, encouraging her with a nod to the side door on the other side of the hallway from where he stands. "care to join me?"

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+ _ fingertips ghost over the ivory keys of the piano in the sitting room, her favoured place to dwell in thought- second only to the bay window on the second floor that overlooks the garden. she hasn't played in months, but she hasn't felt the desire to either. a concerto plays in her head instead, drowning out the whispers that have grown less and less prominent in the past few weeks. a small smile remains touched upon her lips as she feels far more herself here than she ever did in the home they lost in what feels like another life. isabelle's home is here now, she's come to realise that recently. though she still startles some at his announcement, as she turns to gaze back at him, it occurs to her that she had felt as though he were there. john watches isabelle often enough, she knows what it feels like when his eyes are on her. "is that so?" she quipped back with her smile growing as she smoothed her hands down the corset of her stomach while she stood from the piano stool. her eyes follow his gesture, and her head tilts in tandem, before she settles them back on john. "if you've gone to such an effort, how could i possibly refuse?" as she speaks, she drifts towards him at a steady pace, until she stands in the doorway with him, almost touching. she asks him, playfully suspicious. "what are you up to?"

[bethrip]

THE CURSED 2021 (dir.) Sean Ellis

[letoghanima]

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES End Credits Scene

[silversdeath]

i would like more things for isabelle, so- memes, anyone?

[silversdeath]

what are you the patron saint of?

patron saint of relics + patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

+ tagged by @baroviana <3 / tagging @silverspath, @maggoths, @unforsake ( marlowe ), @madusher, @girlsanitys ( jade )

[silversdeath]

isabelle is in fact on the brain and i will be here either tomorrow night or thursday night. right now i'm getting into my multi but i have not forgotten either isabelle or beth, rest assured.

[silverspath]

+ . . . he tries not to stare, averting his gaze when her tear falls, but not because he's uncomfortable by the emotion- rather out of respect- for the way she is quick to rid of it before more can join its lone venture makes him think perhaps she's the one made uncomfortable by the display. she shouldn't be. but he doesn't quite know how to tell her that. or if he even should. instead, john rises from his chair and crosses the room, opening one of the drawers to the dining room cabinet, and speaks over his shoulder: “and if i countered your belief with the notion that it is not you who is crazy, rather that crazy things have happened-” he turns back to her, meeting her gaze from across the space between them with a gentle tilt of his head, “-because of both of those things, i know only one to be true.” and it's not that she's crazy. when he returns to the table he once again has something to offer her. only this time it isn't a cup of tea just how she likes it, it's a handkerchief. an open invitation for her to feel or to not feel whatever it is she might. “for you.” he tells her softly.

re-taking his seat, john reaches for his own tea, bringing it to his lips while he considers her words. he recognizes them for the confession they are. while his only brush with anything of the intangible started in gévaudan- he has heard his fair share of tales over the years. in any past version of himself, he cannot say he's put too much salt to them. but he's seen and endured too much now at the hands of it for him to stand on the back of denial any longer. this curse, john wouldn't have believed it then either. yet, it happened. even outside of his own beliefs, what he witnesses in her now, there's nothing for him to deny. he believes her wholly. even if he hasn't the slightest idea what exactly it is he's believing in. “perhaps there's a reason.” he suggests cautiously. “that it's louder now. that you have felt this way at all. i've learned many times over how connected all things have a way of being.” like the simple act of him coming to their aid to begin with after the losses he suffered. “if there was an answer, would you want to know?” he asks out of the goodness of his heart, because he doesn't wish to overwhelm her. should she say no he'd leave well enough alone. all he wants to do is help.

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+ ——— rational thought evades her as he rises as if to leave, and her breath hitches in fear as she worries herself with having driven him away- she would not have begrudged him his departure in her state. isabelle can hardly make sense of herself, how could she possibly expect him to? but she is inexplicably relieved when he merely crosses the room, retrieving something of use as she collects herself, hand unconsciously rising to lay flat upon her chest, steadying the beat of her heart as it fills with warmth. it is difficult not to compare him to her late husband in moments such as this, when john is offering her a means not to disregard the emotion brimming in her eyes, but aid her in expressing them. she accepts it with a quiet thank you, and a small smile as she folds it once, twice, and brings it to the corners of her eyes. "you know one," she agrees as she composes herself with familiar ease, but in a manner that waves off the tension in her limbs and she slumps slightly from her prim and proper posture. it feels good, to be comfortable in another's company. isabelle can't say she's ever felt so before. with anyone. "that does not make the other untrue, too."

perhaps there is a reason. perhaps he is right. without realising, her hand drops down to her abdomen, to the part of her body newly released from it's corset of bandages, and the scarring that's mirrored at her back- she holds herself there while in thought, the whispers growing louder though not more clear, and isabelle frowned. "perhaps," she repeats quietly, soft-spoken in her reverie before she raises her eyes back up to meet his and she shakes her head gently, as if coming back from a brief time away. sheepish smile follows, but the concern is palpable. "i-" isabelle starts, intent in brushing his enquiry aside for fear of asking too much of him when he has already done more than he need. but her own curiosity and the desire to know what is wrong with her, if anything is wrong with her at all, wins out. "i would. i think- i think i need to." know, that is. what if there are consequences to nearing death? what if there are consequences to dying? surely it would be best to know now, to prepare for the worst- she cannot say for certain if whatever she is experiencing now will last, or if it will inevitably lead her down a road of which she cannot return. maybe this is forever- "and if i am crazy, at least we'll know for sure."

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+ . . . “then fate it is.” it, he says. this, his mind corrects- even against his own judgment. john will have a lot to consider when the door to his bedroom shuts and he's left on his lonesome tonight. so many of things, he wouldn't be able to fit them all into a single night. but as she has done and she'll certainly continue to do, isabelle will encompass every one of those ruminations. regardless of whether consciously or subconsciously. he's not in the art of questioning a good thing. not a beggar by any means, but he won't be choosy with thoughts of a beautiful woman either. and he's oft called her that, in the depths of his inner workings. he shakes his head at her behind a throaty chuckle. “hardly. i'm a quick learner.” though perhaps he should jot those words down for the future when he realizes some things he didn't learn as quickly as he should have. the paths are always there for him to make connections to. no matter how long it takes him to draw the comparison that he once could not see. when she tells him there's no need to thank her he wants to tell her there absolutely is. that she took a misplaced part of him and put it back into place. not just now, but all along the way- and he understands why she would say that because he needs no thanks either- but by god- he needed her to know. there's that itch again. it'll have to fill him full for now. “i'm glad you feel that way.” john won't put his fear that she may very well feel the opposite onto her. he trusts that she doesn't, that even if she tried a mother like her could not hide such strong feelings felt in regards to her child, but before she'd awoken and healed enough for him to have any kind of meaningful conversation with her- he'd worried. in the night, his addled slumber still worries. “oh well now, that, i'm not sure,” john teases lightheartedly, words crooned in his mouth, “but you needn't find out.”

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+ ——— "fate it is," she repeats quietly, eyes averting downward briefly as she collects the thoughts running rampant through her head. fate- was it fate that brought them together? the same travelling camp that wrought havoc on gévaudan bringing that same destruction to her doorstep, the curse upon her son leading to john's call to aid, the same silver that released him forged by john's hand and passed through her own flesh and bone- if it were not fate, it surely must be coincidence. of which isabelle certainly does not believe. her eyes drift upward and a gentle laugh follows. "i suppose you must be." thought perhaps not quite so observant, keenly unaware of the blush to her cheeks and what it means that it flushes down her neck more and more of late in his company. though, her own observations are hardly to be a pillar of example, when she cannot see the adoration in his eyes and the potential for a future they both so clearly want, and yet are unable to recognise in each other. love blind, the both of them. "john-" she says his name softly, yet with a firm inflection that urges him to look at her, really look at her, the tone imploring he listen to her too. "i mean it." she tells him, insistent as she feels the guilt that shrouds him encroach upon her own heart, weighing heavily on her shoulders in a way she can only assume weighs heavily on his own. "you saved my life." gaze unintentionally wells with the emotion that she near chokes on, tight in her throat and deep in the pit of her stomach, and the watered smile that touches on her lips trembles her lower as she blinks the shine away from her eyes- her hand twitches, her own itch crying out for her to reach for his hand and hold it in her own. a comfort for them both, and a craving for her. she doesn't, but her smile shifts into a mirth-riddled grin, her head canting to the side. "is that a promise?" please.

[enraige]

i'm making my new multi today/tonight and i have made the executive decision to a. not post the url and b. not follow people from the get go. if you want the url, you're going to have to message me directly to ask for it.

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my new multi is gonna have *reads notes* six kelly reilly fc muses ( five of which are ocs ) and no one can tell me no.

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no one cares or asked but i'm gonna have my og kendra ( hitwoman/assassin ), my demon succubus, a dragon rider/soothsayer, a hunger games victor, and a witch twin ( with bri ) inspired by persephone and the underworld 😊

[silversdeath]

my new multi is gonna have *reads notes* six kelly reilly fc muses ( five of which are ocs ) and no one can tell me no.

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+ january interaction call ! ——— if you want a starter, please like this post. if you are a multi-muse, please specify a muse of yours or options for me to pick from, or i will write you something generic and vague. if you would like to plot prior to threading, please comment on this post with 'plot pls!' and i will message you via ims or discord. if you prefer, please send me memes- ** this will be reblogged throughout the month and then replaced with a new one next month.