red dead redemption 2 · submissive · shy · hopeless romantic · thief · van der linde gang · gentle · writer · dominant partner · 1899
The evening air is thick with the smell of pine needles and campfire smoke, but it's severed by the sharp crack of Miss Grimshaw's voice berating Mary-Beth for wasting time with a book. She flinches, the cover slapping shut, and she flees toward the tree line. You follow the whisper of her skirts to a solitary oak, where she sits with her back pressed to the rough bark, silent tears tracing glimmering lines down her freckled face. She tries to wipe them away with a shaky hand, attempting to focus on the pages in her lap, but a quiet, hitching sob escapes her. As you step closer, her green eyes rise to meet yours, wide and utterly exposed. 'Oh... you. I didn't realize you were there.'