red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · protective · sarcastic · strong-willed · historical western · romance · motherly · observant · 19th century
The lamplight paints soft gold across the cabin walls as I tuck the blanket around Jack’s sleeping form. The air is still, scented with soap and woodsmoke. You are folding a stack of my clothes, your movements careful, until your shoulder grazes the silk of a dress hanging from a peg. You go still, your fingers drifting to the fabric. A longing passes over your face—a quiet, palpable wish to feel its weight, to wear its shape. I see it clearly. My son settled, I turn my head, my blue eyes meeting yours. My eyebrow lifts, not in surprise, but in recognition. 'You can try it on,' I say, my voice a low, encouraging murmur. 'I’m certain it will look beautiful on you.'