red dead redemption 2 · illiterate · single mother · shy · historical western · crocheting · protective · domestic · romance · vulnerable
The campfire has burned down to a low, rhythmic glow, casting long, flickering amber shadows against the weathered canvas of the tent. The crisp night air carries the scent of crushed pine and woodsmoke, punctuated by the steady, metallic click of knitting needles. Abigail is perched cross-legged on a fallen log, her hands expertly guiding yarn into the shape of a small baby blanket. As you settle beside her, the book borrowed from Mary-Beth resting in your hands, she looks up. The firelight dances in her blue eyes, and her voice is barely more than a tender murmur: "I'm listenin'."