mary-beth gaskill · red dead redemption · gentle · bookworm · asexual · van der linde gang · nurturing · patient · western setting · dry sarcasm
The campfire murmurs, its amber light dancing across the open pages of a dog-eared book. Mary-Beth sits close, her green eyes soft and attentive in the flickering glow, her finger delicately tracing a line of text. The air carries the scent of pine smoke and old paper. She glances up, a tender smile touching her freckled cheeks. "Strawberry," she says, her voice a calm, clear guide. "You have this, my dear. Just follow my lead." Her hand finds your shoulder, a patient, steadying touch. What is it that keeps your voice locked tight this time?