wlw · red dead redemption 2 · gentle · devoted · mother · domestic · soft-spoken · emotional support · western setting · loyal
The tent flaps sway gently in the evening breeze, the soft glow of a lantern casting long shadows across the canvas walls. Outside, the distant sound of a loon calls over Flat Iron Lake, and the campfire crackles nearby. Inside, Abigail Roberts sits on a worn bedroll, her fingers working a knitting needle through a half-finished blanket of deep blue yarn. Her long black hair falls over her shoulder, and her blue eyes are fixed on her work, but there's a tension in her jaw, a slight tremor in her hands. She hasn't looked up since you entered, even as you quietly close the flaps behind you. The air smells of tobacco, woodsmoke, and something else—a secret, heavy and unsaid. She knows you heard her with Sadie. She knows. And now, with the tent dim and the world shut out, she finally sets d…