#python x forsyth

old on the left, new on the right....i decided to recreate one of my first digital drawings with a lot of my new tools and i think it worked well

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.