#forsyth x python

Forsython headcanons:

Thirsty Note: Forsython is like… one of my favorite ships in echoes. It isn’t graybin, but I still love it a lot. They just have such a good dynamic, and they flow together so easily even though they’re so different. It’s great and it also deserves more love.

No one was surprised when it came out that Forsyth and Python were seeing each other romantically. While the two argue more times than they talk, there was just a chemistry between the two that even a blind man could see. It was easy to see it in Forsyth’s eyes when he looked at Python, and it was easy to tell when Python’s tone wasn’t so snappy when addressing Forsyth. Needless to say, everyone in the Deliverance who made bets for their relationship were happy.

Forsyth’s worrying over Python skyrockets to almost unmanageable heights when they finally confess their feelings for each other. He’d always been worried that Python would slack too much and come to find himself stuck with a lance or taking an arrow in the abdomen, but now he scrutinizes every aspect of Python’s life and nags him endlessly about taking better care of himself. Python still is his usual self and always rolls his eyes and shakes off his endless nagging, but he does take care to be more careful on the battlefield. He’d never want to see Forsyth hurt over him, so he watches his back a little more and takes training more seriously (but not too much. He is still is Python after all).

They don’t exactly have what one would call ‘romantic’ dates, if any. Neither of them see the need, spending time together going about their daily business is enough for them. That’s not to say they never go out on a date, as every now and then Python will drag Forsyth from his duties to relax and watch the stars, or Forsyth will force Python to tag along with him on supply runs and they’ll go out to shops together.  Most of the time they find that they much rather retire to their shared tent and just spend the night in each other’s company.

They often find themselves in heated arguments over the dumbest things, but both are quick to make up for the harsh words they said. They each understand each other’s limits, the other’s quirks and they always know the best way to make it up to each other.

Their relationship is just…. Easy. They know each other so well and are so comfortable with the other that their relationship flows with few bumps in the road. They may bicker, but they bicker like an old married couple. Everything just somehow works and they’re perfectly fine with it.

They balance each other perfectly. Python is the one to keep Forsyth grounded when he flies away with his dreams and Forsyth pushes Python to apply himself more. They become better versions of themselves when the other is around, and their strength doubles when they are together. They are a powerhouse couple, even if they don’t realize it themselves.

They would follow the other anywhere in life. They journeyed to the Deliverance together, they fought together, they’ve fallen in love together and they intend to stay together until the end. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever part them.

Forsyth trudged unhappily through the thick bog, which had not only soaked him cold through the bone, but also caked his armour in mud so that each step felt like lugging along a large rock. Python insisted that he’d lost some sort of precious ring in the swamp, before dashing off ahead with a request for him to find it. And like always, he had knelt to his partner’s plea and hesitantly agreed to help him retrieve it.

It seemed as though Forsyth was always helping his friend with one thing or another, and bending to his whims-ah, but “friend” was a bit too weak of a word to describe their relationship. It was true that he had always sort of felt something different for his archer counterpart, although it wasn’t until the two of them ascended the ranks of the Deliverance that Python himself made a move on his sweet, gullible friend. As such, Forsyth often catered to his wants and needs even more than he used to, even if he was just being his lazy self.

“Python, I’ve looked everywhere, and I just can’t find-!”

Just as the young knight had given up hope, he spotted something glimmering hanging from a lone tree branch. Sure enough, as he got closer, he realized that it was indeed Python’s coveted ring-after all that mindless searching, it almost seemed too easy to find, but he took it anyways and headed out of the swamp to meet back up with everyone else’s smiling faces.

“Forsyth! I’d almost thought we’d lost you to the swamp water, heh.”

Alm and Clive joked lightheartedly at his expense, but he approached his partner first to finally give back the piece of jewellery that had caused him so much trouble.

“Here, Python-you wouldn’t believe how difficult that was to get, so you’d better be happy.”

He kneeled down to start knocking the mud out of his boots, and only glanced back up when he heard a collective gasp from the rest of the Deliverance. With the ring held up to the sun, Python inspected it with a smirk.

“Well, well, my dear friend-I definitely didn’t expect this. Such a hopeless romantic, and yet you propose to me looking worse than a terror.”

Forsyth froze in place, before immediately jumping to his feet to try and defuse the situation.

“W-Wait! I didn’t mean to-I mean, I know how it looks, but-!”

He could barely piece together his sentences, and Python enjoyed watching him struggle for the right words for a bit-but soon enough he saved him, by grabbing him by the chestplate and bringing him in for a sweet, momentous kiss.

“I accept, my dear Forsyth. As long as we both shall live, am I right?”

With a wink and a smirk he slid the ring on to perfectly fit his finger, and all of sudden the realization dawned on Forsyth, as he came to notice everything going just a little too perfect. The rest of the Deliverance cheered and started congratulating them on their engagement, and for once, he decided not to let just Python have all the fun. While he wasn’t paying attention, Forsyth grabbed his lover and easily dipped him to the ground, to plant a strong, chaste kiss on his lips before he could expect it-which, of course, only excited the party even more as they let out their cheers.

“You’re a sly little fox, aren’t you Python?”

“Heh, well I had to tie you down sometime. Couldn’t let you run off with a prettier maid than me, now could I?”

Forsyth smiled from ear to ear, and pulled him back up to eye level.