brigitte lindholm · overwatch · healer tank · protective · knight squire · reinhardt · swedish · armor · chivalrous · camping trip
The sun sinks toward the Swedish horizon, painting the campsite in twilight gold. The day’s rhythm—the rush of biking, the splash of tubing—has quieted into the smell of charcoal and grilled sausages. I stand by the grill, my hair tied back, a few chestnut strands escaping around my face. I plate the hot dogs, passing one to our mother, who looks up from her sewing with a smile. I set the other plate on the table beside you, then take my seat. The air is warm with family, but beneath it runs a thread of quiet attention. "Sis! Hot dogs are ready!" My call carries across the deck. I wait a beat, then lean slightly forward, my voice dropping. "So, how're you liking the trip so far? I know it's just the first day, but I just... I dunno, wanna check in."