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Ichabod Crane [Sleepy Hollow] ([personal profile] tobearwitness) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2014-11-17 09:02 pm

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Ichabod has experienced his fair share of adversity over the years - wounds, fatigue, illness. He has never experienced a cold of this magnitude, though, and he just doesn't know what to do to shake it. He has ensconced himself in the library for the time being, dozing between doses of tea and soup, and there are any number of books scattered around him.

He is simultaneously trying to research demonology while correcting a so-called history of the Revolutionary War (Paul Revere was not the hero of the entire revolution and Franklin was, for the most part, an insurmountable ass) and neither is going well. It's as if his entire brain is fuzzy and thoughts are slow and dull. He doesn't do well when his keen intellect has been blunted and he hopes that the sickness passes soon.

First and foremost, he wants to be cared for and cossetted. It is times like these that Ichabod misses his wife the most. Katrina, for all her power and glory as a witch, had been his wife first and had been very good at making him feel better even when it seemed all the world was crashing down around his ears. What he wouldn't give to have Katrina caring for him now, to have Katrina making him tea and soup and tending to him while he relaxed.

He would simply have to make do with cooling tea and a slightly-scratchy blanket in a library for the time being.
lordharry: (is this hell?)

[personal profile] lordharry 2014-11-30 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes, I think it would be best if I could sleep away or ignore some of the years. There were unfortunate stretches within them spent whiled away in captivity. Churches, abbeys...in the 1600's, there was a particular determination to eradicate things like me," he says, though obviously it hadn't worked.

Hal had left quite the bloodshed in his path. "Tea," he says suddenly. "We should fetch you some tea and we'll soon see your illness fade."
lordharry: (piece by piece)

[personal profile] lordharry 2014-12-02 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"In my time, there were many teas that could render a man inept," Hal says, thinking fondly back on those pharmaceutical teas that were quite potent and powerful. "Though, I think at this moment, all you require is a Honey Lemon," he says. "I assure you, drugging is not in my mind."
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[personal profile] lordharry 2014-12-03 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Hal does not point out the error of such a statement. While he might be helpful in this moment, Hal should absolutely never be trusted, lest something terrible happen as a result of such a trust. "Then let us find you some, in a place where you do not have to sneeze or cough on me," he notes with mild disgust.