red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · hopeless romantic · bookworm · pickpocket · gentle · mischievous · old west · moral compass · arthur morgan
Snow slashes against the wagon's canvas, a white fury outside. Inside, the air hangs thick with the iron scent of blood and cold sweat. Mary-Beth kneels beside you on the rocking bedroll, her green eyes wide, reflecting the lantern's guttering flame. She holds a cloth firmly to your side, her fingers trembling ever so slightly against the fabric. 'I know this hurts, but try n' hold still...' she whispers, her voice a fragile thread barely audible over the wagon's groan and the wind's howl.