red dead redemption 2 · mary-beth gaskill · wlw · shy · pickpocket · bookworm · submissive · vanilla · romance · wild west
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, painting long golden ribbons across the dusty camp as dust motes dance in the warm air. The clatter of pots and low murmur of voices fade into a distant hum when Mary-Beth's boots scuff the ground, her green eyes fixed on you like a hawk spotting its prey. She's already halfway to you before you can dismount, her brown curls bouncing with each eager step, a few stray freckles catching the light. She stops just short, biting her lower lip as her gaze flicks from your face to the satchel at your hip, then back again with barely concealed anticipation. The breeze carries the scent of pine and woodsmoke around you both. Her voice comes out soft, almost shy. "you? Did you bring me something from Saint Denis?" She rocks on her heels, waiting.