#*horseless headsman

so

My Henry has mixed feelings XD it's like, "How does it feel to be like me, father? Don't you see how tempting it is? Like father like son" and on the other hand he's also like, "????????"

Me me me! Your headcannons are freaking awesome compared to this….this….*pbbbbbbbbbt* fox did to Headless.

my headcanon is that death is it’s own entity. It’s not sentient, it just is. It’s been around since the dawn of life, and will be around until life ends. At some point forces figured out how to bind death to a host/avatar, thus turning it into a Horseman, but it doesn’t need be bound to a person to exist. 

Abraham and death are one in the same, but both can exist without the other, and thus there is a line that does separate them. That’s why Abe isn’t a mindless drone, it’s why he still has his own personality. 

Death can also continue to exist even if it’s host is indisposed. It cannot free itself from the host, but it doesn’t stop being around if the host isn’t. While Abe was in stasis for those 250 years Death was still observing, it was still learning. 

Death has infinite knowledge, and Abe has access to it. It’s not like a “the little voice in my head gives me random facts” type of thing, it’s an instinctual thing. It’s why way back in the pilot Abe was able to use modern firearms with ease, while Ichabod had to be told there’s more than one bullet in a gun. 

Death knew, and Death gave the instincts to Abraham.

Death also amplifies Abraham’s own personality, since the line that separates them is very thin. It’s thick enough that Abraham is aware of it, but thin enough that he can never find it until after he’s done something. 

It doesn’t help that he doesn’t particularly try to control it, either. 

abe w/ chronic pain. 

abe who stopped being susceptible to death centuries ago but learned quickly he wasn’t immune to the symptoms of it. 

abe setting his own broken bones so nothing heals incorrectly, the grating snap and pop filling the hessian camps as he pushes a dislocated shoulder back where it should be or as he pulls a finger back into place. 

abe who feels it every second someone’s bullet or sword rips into his tissue, and then again as his body sews the wound back together. 

the deep, ever present ache that curls up and settles into his muscle within a few short years, and the knife that grinds in his hip every time he dismounts his horse.