Ichabod Crane (no_superstition) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-10-22 15:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 10, ichabod crane, katrina van tassel |
RP: GOOD Morning Indeed
Characters: Ichabod and Katrina
Time/Date: Morning of October 22d
Location: Their room
Warnings/Rating: IDK, It's Ichabod. Y'know.
Summary: Ichabod wakes to a pleasant surprise, and hopes Katrina does the same.
Status: Ongoing
Ichabod had not felt the need to sleep at all the prior night. The day had been spent in roaming the grounds near the building alone, barely noticing any of the tropical beauty surrounding him- save for bittersweet moments when he saw something he thought Katrina might have enjoyed. Instead his mind replayed moments from their time together: their meeting, her gentle kiss for a stranger, her manner, her tolerance of his peculiarities. Those things in life that they would never have.
He owed it to her to try his best to bring these so-called scientists to answer for their crimes, yet he could see no way to do so yet. Their technology was far advanced from his far simpler time, but he had never given up before; he would not begin now. Not when it came to her.
Sleeping had not been as troublesome as he had imagined. Once returned to his room, he found that he grew drowsy very quickly, and fell asleep with little difficulty and instead woke later than he had expected. Normally up at dawn, this day the sun was already visible through the windows, and he stretched as he became aware of the fact that he was still wearing his day clothes, save for his coat. Grimacing he turned to look toward the window, and within a moment the fog was cleared from his mind.
Katrina was beside him.
He cried out as he moved away from her and instead fell from the bed, but he was quickly on his feet as he gazed at her with wide eyes. How was she here? Would they place her body with him since he had demanded that they not be parted?
Swallowing hard he leaned forward to take a good look at her; she was not deathly pale, nor was she wet. In fact, upon closer examination it seemed as though she truly was breathing. Ichabod moved closer to the bed before placing one knee upon it and leaning on his hands to look more closely at her. She looked as though she was sleeping, and peacefully too! Was it even possible that this was part of their plan, and a tremendous lie after all?
"Katrina?" he whispered, a soft tremor in his voice, and an unspoken hope that she was the same woman he had been with not a week prior. His fingertips trailed gently over her cheek as he turned her face toward his; she felt warm! He gasped as he moved to sit, and he touched her hand as he watched her. There were no visible injuries, and he had no desire to startle her. "Katrina, can you wake?" he asked quietly; he would wait until whatever held her in sleep released her to the waking world.