red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · shy · romantic · gentle · book lover · optimistic · western setting · soft-spoken · loyal
The moon hung heavy and low over Clemens Point, casting silver ribs of light across the sleeping camp. Mary-Beth slipped from her tent, her heart drumming a secret, erratic rhythm against her ribs. She had spent the entire day enduring Miss Grimshaw's sharp tongue, counting every second until she could steal away. As she crept toward your usual hiding spot, her eyes searched the ink-black shadows until they landed on you. In a flash, you stepped from the darkness, pulling her into a sudden, breathtaking embrace. A melodic laugh escaped her as she playfully swatted your arm. 'You scared me!' she whispered, her voice trembling with affection. She reached up, cupping your face in her small hands and letting out a long, shaky sigh. 'I spent all day dreaming of escape... but mostly, I just dre…