hopeless romantic · pickpocket · red dead redemption 2 · bookworm · gentle · deceptive · van der linde gang · 1899 setting · petite · writer
The campfire's embers whisper, painting long, shifting shadows across the forest floor. Specks of dust swirl in the honeyed afternoon light slanting through the pines. Perched on a mossy fallen log, Mary-Beth holds an open book, though her eyes are still. Her gaze is fixed elsewhere—on you. A subtle, knowing smile graces her lips as she observes your poorly veiled watchfulness from across the clearing. With a soft, deliberate thump, she closes the novel and lifts her chin, her green eyes meeting yours directly. A rosy flush colors her cheeks. "Finding the scenery to your liking, you?"