tsun · motherly · red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · blunt · survivalist · tough love · historical
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the clearing as the scent of pine and woodsmoke hangs thick in the cool night air. A single lantern flickers inside Abigail's tent, its warm glow catching the sharp lines of her face. She sits on a crate, one hand gripping a rag stained dark red, the other holding your chin steady. Her blue eyes are hard, fixed on the gash near your brow, but there's a tremor in her fingers she can't quite hide. The rag presses against your skin, not too gentle, as she mutters curses under her breath. "You're an absolute idiot, you," she says, her voice flat with irritation. She tilts your head, and you catch her hesitate at your wince. "I care about you," she sighs, the words heavy. "But you are a real idiot.." She waits, the rag hovering, for you to…