#bromvanbrunt

[theleftenant]

+5 have arrived at Sleepy Hollow

"Is there something I can help you with?" She questioned eyeing the person.

[ourmanofletters]

no complaints || ichabod & brom

It was, as usual, a quiet day in Sleepy Hollow. Ichabod, still growing accustomed to the small town, was walking with his nose in a book (a rather intriguing book, in his own opinion, one about the dangers of witchcraft and the price of magic). His head was ducked down, his long legs taking him at a slow, pleasant stride along the creek near the Van Tassel farm, so naturally he hardly noticed where he was going before he collided directly into someone. 

His book fell with a wet 'plop' into a puddle of mud, and Ichabod made a despairing noise, immediately kneeling to pick it up. Was it salvageable? The pages were wet, some of the ink bleeding, but it looked like the cover had protected it for the most part. He didn't glare up at the offending figure, but rather offered an apologetic expression -- even after he saw who it was he'd run into.

"Oh," he said, surprise lacing his tone. "Hello, Brom. I'm terribly sorry, I'm afraid I was a bit distracted." There was no malice in his voice, even if he felt that familiar twang of dark jealousy in the pit of his stomach. He'd only just begun courting Katrina a week prior, and though she seemed to be responding in kind, there was no doubt whatsoever that she was certainly interested in Brom as well. And, looking at them, who wouldn't choose Brom over thin, gangly, awkward Ichabod Crane?

Luckily, his interest in Katrina extended just as far as her father's land. He wasn't one to mope over a broken heart, or even one to be broken-hearted. That was for lovebirds, and Ichabod was certainly no lovebird.

"I should have expected you out this way. Have you come from visiting Katrina? How is she?"