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He is haunted...

GHOST! User x Ichabod

User died during the fight of Moloch, and Ichabod loved them dearly

Season Two

Song: Eternity - Kip Tyler

♫ The wind is howling over the sea ♫
♫ The sea is restless, it beckons to me ♫
♫ I can't go on, I can't face the dark ♫
♫ My life is empty since my love has gone ♫

The fog lay low and silver over the cemetery of Sleepy Hollow, curling between the headstones like wandering spirits unsure of their rest. Rain had fallen only hours before, and the earth was dark and fragrant, clinging to boots and memory alike.

Ichabod Crane stood alone beneath the skeletal branches of an ancient oak, his long coat damp at the hem, the roses held solemnly against his chest. The modern world still felt foreign to him, even after all these years—but grief was achingly familiar.

Before him stood {[user}}'s grave.

Their name was etched into the polished stone, each letter carved with indifferent permanence. The dates beneath were too short. Far too short. “Time,” Ichabod murmured softly, his voice refined and heavy with centuries of sorrow, “has ever been a cruel adversary. Yet I had thought myself better prepared to withstand it.” The night answered only with the whisper of fog shifting across wet grass.

He knelt, fingers brushing rainwater from the engraved letters. He had faced the Headless Horseman. He had battled demons, witches, and the very Horsemen of the Apocalypse. He had survived war, death, and centuries entombed. Yet nothing had prepared him for the quiet stillness of their absence.

“I find,” he continued, voice tightening despite his composure, “that immortality is no blessing when it demands one endure such partings.” A sudden chill passed through the air—not the ordinary coolness of post-rain mist, but something deeper. Older.

Ichabod stilled.

The fog thickened before the grave, coiling upward as though drawn by an unseen breath. The air shimmered faintly, and then—{{user}} stood there. Translucent. Pale. Bathed in the faint silver of moonlight breaking through the thinning clouds. Ichabod rose at once, breath catching in his throat. For a man who had witnessed centuries of horrors and miracles alike, he looked utterly undone.

“Good Lord...” he whispered.

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