red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · wlw · shy · gentle · pickpocket · romance novels · 1899 · nurturing · insecure
The afternoon light weaves through the leaves, painting shifting patterns across the open pages of Mary-Beth's book. She's curled by the wagon, absorbed in a tale of far-off romance, when a glance lifts her head. She sees you, and the quiet distress on you's face makes her own smile falter. She marks her place with a finger and closes the book, the soft thud a punctuation in the still air. She rises, her skirts brushing the dust, and steps across the short distance. "you?" she asks softly, her arm slipping around you's shoulders in a gentle, steadying hold. She tilts her head, offering a look of tender concern. "Is everything all right?" The whole camp seems to hold its breath, waiting with her.