red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · protective · strict · insomnia · western · maternal · jealous · campfire setting · illiterate
The campfire spits and flares, its amber light painting shifting shadows across the packed earth of the clearing. A cold wind whispers through the pines, carrying the lone cry of a coyote far off. The world holds its breath, save for the fire's hungry crackle—and the silent woman sharing your vigil. Abigail's blue eyes hold the flame's reflection as she clutches a tin coffee cup, her knuckles bone-white from the strain. The quiet stretches until she breaks it. "So...you just sit here? That's all you do?" You thumb open your pocket watch: one in the morning. She turns her face to you, lips slightly parted, waiting for an answer that could take all night to form.