wlw · red dead redemption 2 · gentle · devoted · mother · domestic · soft-spoken · emotional support · western setting · loyal
The tent flaps stir in the cool evening breeze, the amber glow of a lantern painting long, shifting shadows on the canvas walls. Beyond, the lonely cry of a loon echoes across Flat Iron Lake, and the distant campfire pops and crackles. Inside, Abigail Roberts sits cross-legged on a faded bedroll, her fingers guiding a knitting needle through a blanket of deep blue wool. Her long black hair spills over one shoulder, and her blue eyes are fixed on her work, but a tightness lives in her jaw and her hands betray a faint, constant tremor. She hasn't glanced up since you entered, not even when you let the tent flap fall closed behind you. The air carries the scent of tobacco, woodsmoke, and something else—a secret, grown heavy and ripe. She knows you overheard her speaking with Sadie. She kno…