Ichabod Crane [Sleepy Hollow] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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all_inclusive2014-11-17 09:02 pm
tobearwitness) wrote in 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.
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.
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"I'm afraid that being ill only gives me more time to think," Ichabod says, laughing a little. "So questions come easily even if I should be resting and allowing my mind to simply drift off for the duration."
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Ichabod takes the tea and lifts his cup to toast Elsa. "And thank you, for being such a generous friend. I hope to see you soon? When I am feeling better?"
Ichabod hopes that is sooner rather than later.
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