#be a forsyth with your passions and a python at work

[viridescent-lance]

Forsyth is pleased not to have to break from his reunion with Lukas. He tells of recent missions, of both well-trained and newblooded knights he works alongside, of the Church and its generous yet strange ways. He knows Lukas has heard much of this via courier already, but there is something about being able to relay this information in the flesh.

The separation has lasted far too long; at least with Python on the range, he was able to visit. Fodlan and Valentia are separated by lengths, and the lost year compounded things immensely.

"And you should have seen his face--!" Forsyth perhaps got a little too carried away in this tale, but the exploits of the ball are fun to recall, when not touching certain memories that is. He wipes a tear from his eye, his broad grin softening to something less boisterous and more fond. "Ah, Lukas. It is so good to have you here. I truly think this is a lovely place for you to pursue your passions."

They're on their way to a quaint little tavern Forsyth likes to take his dinners on special occasions, and this certainly qualifies. He slings an arm around Lukas's shoulder, reveling in the man's tactile presence. It was easy to imagine his velvet tones in his lettering and words, but the pleased little rumbles and quiet nods are something he can only prompt in the here and now.

"They compensate us well; please, allow me to cover tonight while you settle in."

Sunlight Filtered Through Vibrant Green

(x)

[fayesemblemring]

hmm, since I'm always asking about Faye, how about you do the RGB trio (Lukas, Forsyth, Python) for the ask game instead?

Heck yeah, the technicolor trio!

First impression: I glossed over them in my first playthrough. I used Lukas a bit in the first chapters but then dropped him because he was slow and 4 movement is horrible, I didn't use Forsyth for that same reason and Python... do I even need to say it?

Impression now: Genuinely some of the best characters, you can thank @good-beans for helping me reconsider them a lot. They're so good on their own but even better together, especially with the Rise of the Deliverance content! (Python's supports with Lukas and Clive are especially top notch, can't believe a character said both aro rights and fuck the monarchy in FE) Honestly it's a bit wild that they're so fleshed out for characters that don't even play that big a role in the story after Act 1!

Favorite moment: For Lukas it's either his rebuttal at Fernand or the scene where he saves the Deliverance by taking the Rigelian civilians hostage in the DLC (But also you could argue every moment he talks becuse Greg Chun's voice is ✋😔👌)

For Forsyth it's definitely his support with Python where he keeps bickering with him... and his post-battle quote if Python dies. The way he initially thinks he's just loafing around but then slowly realizes what happened and he calls for Python again in an incredulous manner...😭

For Python his support with Clive, full stop. Clive already gets called out on his biases and prejudices by Alm a fair bit in the story, but Python chews him out hard on those while also taking potshots at monarchy as a system. Really, Python is based af

Idea for a story: At the moment I've got nothing, sorry

Unpopular opinion: Well, I guess it's that they deserve more appreciation? Haven't heard much about them besides here on Tumblr

Favorite relationship: With each other obviously! Forsyth and Python are definitely gay for each other, and I do love the idea of Lukas being in a QPR with both!

That said, I do have a soft spot for Python/Silque as a rarepair, I just think it's cute.

Favorite headcanon: A slightly angsty headcanon I have is that Lukas is secretly deeply freaked out by Witches because they remind him too much of himself.

Forsyth eventually succeeds Clive as the captain of the Zofian knights, and he's obviously thrilled by it.

Modern AU Python would work as a coder because haha programming joke, but also he would definitely form or at least join a union.

Also the job he has after Echoes is both because he wanted to do something that was actually useful, but also give him plenty of time to slack off.

The trio still sees each other, and often Forsyth and Python visit Lukas at his school.

[viridescent-lance]

a playful kiss to make the other stop rambling 💙

"I've told you time and again Python--if you want your review to go well, you must spend time on the curriculum! I've been helping develop some recently in my time with the Deer faculty, and--mmph!" Forsyth's lecture is cut off by Python's lips on his. A dastardly move, but an effective one; his outrage easily feeds into passion and it's oh so easy to kiss back. Not that he's forgotten about what they need to discuss, mind you.

A few more moments, a couple of nibbles to Python's bottom lip that are a little more aggressive than usual, and he pulls away.

"D-don't think you can get away without addressing this! While I enjoy our intimate encounters and affection, springing them upon me is not an effective way to get out of work!" Forsyth's face is flushed and his hair is mussed, but he puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head regardless. Python's always used whatever he has in his arsenal to slack off. This is just another of his latest tricks. "Now then, about the upcoming quarter. I was speaking with Profess--"

A chuckle and another kiss. Forsyth wants to be mad, but really, this matter is pressing but not immediately so, and Python's cheshire, self-satisfied grin is charming, despite it all. This conversation will continue. Soon.

Just. Not right this moment, maybe.

[good-beans]

Which fictional character do you resemble...Hm...

This may sound out of left field, but you remind me of Tatiana from Echoes (because I always gotta bring it back to Echoes LOL and besides, it's the only fandom I know thus far we share in common. :)) Why Tati? Well, it's because you're both kind and sweet, and from what I've seen of you both of are selfless and would try your best to help those in need. You both also are cheery and friendly. 😊💚

Another character would be Forsyth! Both of you, from what I've seen, are determined and passionate about the things you love/dream of. You both devote yourselves to these dreams/passions, and even if you think they won't work out, you're still going to persist. You both also care for those you love (Lukas and Python 👀😉) and want the best for them!

These are the two that I think you resemble strongly at the moment, from what I've seen and from what vibes you give me. 😁

Hope you're having a good day; and if you're not, hopefully your day brightens up. 😊 Sending all my best, as always! 🌟

Awww, thank you so much!! Those two greenbeans are such flattering answers omg 🥺💚

Without tooting my own horn, I'd like to think you're spot on! I certainly hope to be all of those things, and I'm happily surprised it can come off even through my little tumblr presence :) And yeah, I've definitely felt many similarities to Forsyth (both strengths and weaknesses, haha) which is why I'm so attached to his character I think 😅

Thank you for this, it definitely made my day! I hope you're doing just as well, take care pal 💖

[viridescent-lance]

//

It isn't every day that Python takes the initiative, and while Forsyth does very much want to touch him, his firm guidance is enough to stave off that impulse. For once, Python is the one who wants to do the work.

Forsyth is already whimpering at the caress of calloused hands across his smallclothes, and then, and then--

Python is on him, touching him, and it's overwhelming and feels so pleasurable he can barely think about anything else. It isn't perfect, but it's good and so distinctly Python that Forsyth doesn't want to give him advice right now; not that he could anyway, really, anything he says right now will dissolve into a moan or a plea, and he knows it.

"Python...oh, Python..." He stills his hips at first out of habit, biting his lip as noise becomes impossible to stifle. But...why is he doing this? Why is he holding back? They've gone so far, what is the point? Some part of Forsyth's mind has a grip on staying in control, but the more primal part of him just wants to revel in these earthly pleasures, this shared intimacy.

And he lets it win. He thrusts into Python's hand, mumbling nonsensical strings of praise and begging as Python speeds up, matching the rhythm of his hips the best he can. It's messy and passionate and so unlike the stilted fantasies Forsyth had tried to come up with. He clings tightly to Python, fingers digging into his skin in a way he knows is going to leave marks.

It's a sweaty, awkward angle, and despite the pleasure they manage to wring out of it, it's starting to become more work than play. Forsyth re-angles his hips as best he can, but they're starting to lose the rhythm. It's like when the trance of good training breaks; by the time Forsyth is aware and trying to save it, it's already too late.

A few moments and less-than-sensational thrusts later and he finally gives in, pausing his movement and resting against Python with an annoyed pout on his face. This is their first time, so surely he is not expected to be perfect, but they had a good thing going!

"Python...I think. Another strategy may be best." Python has certainly noticed at this point, but it is frustrating to resign like this! Forsyth gathers himself, taking a deep breath and allowing himself to pull back and meet Python's eyes. "It is not that your hands are not capable. They're quite wonderful, and skilled in many ways. However..."

An awkward standstill. Forsyth wrings his hands together, glancing back and forth between his own half-shed undergarments and the alluring tent in Python's yet-unshed pants.

"Erm..." As glaring as his own unfinished arousal is, it's hard to focus on anything other than Python's heavy breathing and the expression on his face. His hand wanders to fumble close to the goal, teasing along Python's thighs and brushing faintly against his dick. He swallows thickly. "Well. If you wanted. We could try something else."

//

Eager hands draw sharp breaths from Python's lungs, and his thighs twitch with the urge to part further and invite further touch. His hand, however, reaches for Forsyth's wrist to guide it away. "Easy, tiger. We didn't finish the first job yet." He reaches for the waistband of Forsyth's smallclothes, teasing along the final barrier between the two of them. In a show of his own eagerness, he slips beneath the fabric partway through sliding it down Forsyth's thighs. The wet heat there invites his hand down deeper, drawing his fingers across soft flesh until they're coated in slick, curling his slick-coated digits around Forsyth's cock. "Sit back," he croons, even as his own breath hitches at the feeling of Forsyth in his hand. "Enjoy the ride a little."

[dreamsofknighthood]

‽ - Something your muse has problems understanding

Poor Forsyth. He’s passionate,but most definitely a little naïve.

Python’s pessimistic worldview. Forsyth is an optimist (most of the time) and doggedly believes the world can be made a better place through hard work and knightly courage.He cannot understand why Python can’t see this, and is frustrated by his constantnegativity about the state of the world.

Disrespect toward nobles. To Forsyth, the nobility (especially knights) are symbolsof near-perfection; people who must be respected and emulated, and who representthe values he holds so dear. While he can understand corruption when he sees it(in Desaix, for example), he cannot comprehend distrust in somebody like Sir Clive, a man who saw potential in him and gave him purpose.

Cowardice, sloth (see Python), ormost things that go against the knightly virtues. “He simply does not get it!”

And honestly? Himself, alot of the time. Forsyth simply struggles to understand how he comes across andhow to restrain his rather-too-eager character. He speaks before he thinks moreoften than he would care to admit, and he’s supported by others in ways he mightnot realise. This does improve in his later years, however.

[destinytied]

♡ how about with aelia for one of my echoes muses (python, forsyth or sonya!)

pre-established relationships | accepting!

i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t . ( for python ! )

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[fefiction]

Love your blog so far! Here's my prompt to you: how would Lukas, Forsyth and Python respond after seeing their s/o alive again from using the revival fountain?

How would Lukas,Forsyth and Python react to s/o coming back to life:

Thirsty Note: I mustsay, this is one request I have been really excited for. This is such a goodidea and I honestly had so much fun writing it! It would be so bittersweet tosee a lover once more after you thought they were gone forever. Thank you somuch for this beautiful idea! <3 I hope you enjoy reading them! (Also superhappy you’re loving the blog!!!)

Lukas:

I never thought I’d see them again.

They died bravely in battle, something that I know theywould have wanted, but it still weighed heavy on my heart. The thought of neverseeing them again, to never see their smile or hear their laugh was something Icouldn’t tolerate. I became more of an emotionless shell than I ever was and noone could find a way to help me.

Not until we found that fountain.

We hadn’t known what exactly it would do. It was differentthan the other fountains we had come across in our travels. This one was goldenand had some mysterious feeling about it. I don’t know how it happened, butsuddenly, my love was once again standing in front of me.

I just stared for a while, thinking it was a dream, ahallucination, perhaps I myself had died and not realized it. I had to steelmyself to reach out to touch them and I gasped when I felt solid flesh andbone, and warmth. This was not the cold body I clutched in the battlefield,this was real and warm and alive.

Before I knew it, my eyes were welling up with tears andthey gave me a soft smile, the same smile I thought I would never see again.

The other members of the Deliverance stood in shock, butgave us the space we needed. I reached out to grasp my love once more, and myhand was met with the softness of their cheek as I caressed it.

“Hello, Lukas, my love,” they whispered in their sweetvoice. “I told you I’d see you again.”

I vaguely recall hearing those words fall out of their mouthbefore they took their final breath, and I thank Mila for this blessingbestowed upon me.

My future was back, my life had purpose again, and I letmyself feel for the first time since they died.

I walked closer to them, and pulled them into my arms wherethey belong. In my head, I vowed to do more to protect them, for I don’t think Icould handle losing them once more. Without them, my life is truly meaningless,and without them I felt nothing but emptiness.

I pulled away to look at my love’s face, and leaned in for achaste kiss. My heart was in overdrive, and everyone was watching but I didn’tcare. The love of my life was back in my arms, and that is all that mattered.

“Welcome home, my love.”

Forsyth:

When they died, I felt as if a part of me died with them.

I no longer felt the determination I was known for, or thepassion to continue fighting. Instead, misery took their place. I hadn’t known Ihad fallen so in love with them until I held their corpse in my arms. There wasnothing I could do to bring them back, and I began to hate the thought offighting another second. This war is what brought them to their early end, andthis war is what I blame for taking my happiness away from me.

When we had reached the deeper part of the newest dungeon, Ifelt like lying down and giving up right there. Nothing seemed worth my effortanymore. I was listening to the other’s talk about a fountain, but I paid themno mind. Lately all I can think about is them;their smile, their laugh, their touch, all of it gone, and with it, my own willto live.

I was lost in my own world of depression until I felt atimid tap on my shoulder.

I turned, and nearly collapsed on the spot.

There they were, in front of me once more. The wound theyhad sustained that battle was no longer visible, and instead there was a warmsmile on their face. I had half a mind to think I was going insane, but theother members of the Deliverance were standing around, all with tears in theireyes.

I felt my hands tremble as I reached out to see if whatstood before me was an illusion, but I was met with skin. The same skin I lovedevery night before we retired for the next day.

I looked up and into their eyes, the same ones I gazed intowhen I first said, “I love you”, and they were sparkling with the same mirthand warmth as they did back then.

“Is it really you?” I stutter out, and I can hear the waverin my voice. They smile and nod, taking my trembling hands into their own andbringing them to their chest, where to my utter shock, I felt a strongheartbeat.

“Yes, my dear, and it was your love that brought me back.” Theysaid, tears forming in their eyes as well.

I broke down then, folding into their awaiting arms. I neverfelt more at peace.

I felt renewed. A new passion was put ablaze in my heart; tomake sure I never lost them again.

“I will do you right this time, my love,” I sob into theirchest. “I promise.”

Python:

Life has always been rough for me, but losing them was theicing on the cake.

I didn’t let many know just how broken their death had leftme. I didn’t need to, it is something every member of the Deliverance justunderstood. So much was lost in this war, and every single one of us had beenhit by the devastation it brought.

I figured life was meaningless before, but now without them,it felt even more excruciating to go on. I felt like I was being split in two,the pain of losing them was so terrible, but I didn’t want their sacrifice tobe in vain. A part of me wanted to lie with them in that battlefield and diebeside them, but the other half knew that if I did just that, their death wouldbe meaningless.

So, I continued the fight in their honor. The most recenthad brought us to a deep dungeon, where we came across a fountain. This iswhere I usually find my own little corner to hide away from everyone else andcollect my thoughts. These are the times I usually think about them.

I need to remind myself every day why I continue this fight,because if I didn’t I know I would use my own bow against myself.

There was a commotion near the fountain, and I instinctivelygrabbed my bow, ready to fight. Instead, I was met with a blinding light beforea figure emerged from the fountain.

A figure I knew all too well.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw them there again. Itwas something I dreamed about, but never thought would happen. Bringing peopleback from the dead isn’t exactly something you hear every day, but it appearsthis fountain worked a miracle.  

Before I could react, they were running over to me. I openedmy arms, and they fell into them.

I couldn’t believe how warm they felt. I couldn’t believethe tears I felt soaking through my armor, and I especially couldn’t believe thatI felt tears falling down my own face.

“Come on now, you’re making me all emotional,” I laugh intotheir shoulder, but I squeeze them tighter, not yet ready to let them go. “Youleave me and now you think you can just come back?”

I feel their breath against my neck, and their heartpounding against my chest.

“Sorry dear, I just couldn’t wait to see you again,” theylaugh against my neck. “Aren’t you happy to see me again?”

Now, I’m not a typical worshipper, but I thank Mila forallowing me to see my love again.

I give one last squeeze before I pull away to look at theirsmiling face.

“Of course, I am,” I lean in to whisper in their ear. “Please don’t ever leave me again.”

[emotionalsupportfiction]

Something really bummed me out so when life gives you lemons… write stuff about it right? I admit this is more of a... “I just want to comfort myself” fic or Drabble but I still wanted to share

How would RGB comfort their crush in certain situations. Scenario is overthinking another person’s reaction. I have a preference for writing scenarios where the reader is the crush rather than an established relationship (BECAUSE I LOVE THE PINING. Its my favorite trope flavor!!), hmmmmmmmmmmm….

Also warning... I give really stupid nicknames, you’ll know what I’m talking about soon.

Python

Python tried as his best to read the message displayed on your screen as objectively as he could. He didn’t know your childhood best friend personally so there was hesitation on his end to say anything negative about them. He glanced at you sitting on the bleachers, then returned his focus on message.

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You: sent an image

You: BESH! BESH! remember that competition I joined??? the writer’s thingy! well I WON. i thought i’d get an honorary mention but i got first place!

Their response came after thirty minutes

Besh<3: oh that’s great congrats

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A bit dry, even for him, but he wasn’t about to jump to conclusions. You on the other hand rode that overthinking train hard and fast. More tears started streaming down your face, your sleeves could barely keep up with their flow.

“Maybe I’m overthinking things. I just I don’t know…” you managed to say through the stream of tears. “Ya expected a different reaction?” you nodded at his input.

He rubbed the back of his neck, he hated seeing you cry, double this time around since that writer’s competition meant a lot to you. Python witnessed how much effort you put into your submission, you even asked him to read it. You had talent, he’d told you time and time again but you always second guessed yourself.

Getting you to join the competition was a collective effort from him, Forsyth, Lukas, and your best friend, so even he was stumped with their flat reaction. He handed your phone back and pulled out a few more tissues, wiping your tears with them. “Geez sunshine, I ain’t gonna pretend I know what’s up with your bestie.” He sat himself right beside you on the bleachers, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. “Maybe you could ask them later? Get their side of the story first, I get that this stings. This is your big win and you wanna celebrate it with them.”

“Am I being selfish? I want them to be happy with me, for me. Maybe I’m asking too much? Maybe… my win means nothing…”

“Hey.” You turned your attention to him, more tears streaming down your face. Python reached out and wiped  away the waterworks as best he could while a sigh escaped his lips. “You worked your butt off for that piece, its your time to shine, and shine you did. A victory party is in order, enjoy yourself, easier said than done given the situation but sunshine… don’t let one person rain on your parade m’kay?” he opened his arms slightly, motioning if you wanted a hug. You went in for a quick side hug then pulled away. “Sunshine…” he lightly tapped his knee against yours a few times “I ain’t the best stand-in for your best friend but I’m here for you. We could grab a bite to eat after class. Let’s drag Fors and Lukas into our little celebration if you’re up to it eh? Whaddya say?” he tapped his knee against your while wiggling his eye brows at you.

Hard to refuse that offer, seeing how much effort Python put into cheering you up. Your schoolmate always looked overworked and tired, a bit grumpy too. Like if you wasted his time he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you off but after getting to know him, he really did care about his friends and was supportive in his own special way. “A little party sounds like a great idea Py…” talking to him lifted some of the anxiety and sadness you were feeling, its nice to be reminded that there are other people out there who are rooting for you.

—

Later that night, after the victory party, you followed Python’s advice and calmly messaged your best friend.

You: hey besh, i want to talk to you about something , its been on my mind for awhile

It took a while for them to respond

Besh<3: what about?

You: remember when I texted you about my win? i don’t want to sound demanding but i just want to be honest. i was kinda disappointed with your response. kinda expecting you to be happier for me but something tells me you have something on your mind… you wouldn’t reply like that to me.

Besh<3: …

Besh<3: oh besh… i just didn’t want to ruin your moment. i really am happy for your win but a lot of things happened around the time you messaged me.

You: hey… talk to me okay? what’s going on?

Besh<3: well… we rushed Gouda to the vet cause he just refused to eat anything

Now that made sense, Gouda was their cat they’d had for as long as you could remember, no wonder they weren’t as enthusiastic.

Besh<3: vet said it could be old age and we might have to put him down

Besh<3: i really wanted to be happy for you. i’m so sorry, i should’ve tried to be happy for you. please forgive me…

You: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?

You: OMG BESH, Gouda is  family! No! No! don’t apologize, you had a lot going on. i should apologize for not checking up on you first

Besh<3: i’m sorry…

You: i’m sorry too… i felt like something was off with your message but i went ahead and started overthinking things

Besh<3: i don’t want to play blame games besh but i am happy you opened up to me about your feelings. this could’ve been avoided if i’d been more open about what was going on my end

Besh<3: i just want you to know i’m so happy for you

Besh<3: you worked hard on that and you deserve first place

You: ;A; BBBBBEEEEEEEEESSSSSH!!!! i’m sorry for not checking up on you first

You: i want to give you a hug so bad right now! is it alright to ask about Gouda? its totally fine if you don’t want to talk about him. wanna FaceTime? i’m here for you okay, need to cry it out over the phone id gladly listen okay?

They FaceTimed you, you both had a good cry and talked for over an hour. That call made you feel a lot better and they promised to keep you updated on Gouda’s condition.

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AAAsunshine: hey py-py thanks for cheering me up. talked to my bestie, they had some stuff going on but we sorted it out

mightyanaconda: glad to hear it sunshine and happy to help

AAAsunshine: ill see you at school tomorrow, night cobra

mightyanaconda: ugh… i have to see your face again tomorrow??

mightyanaconda: JK

mightyanaconda: ait see ya and sweet dreams sunshine 😘

mightyanaconda: btw just wanna say this. congrats on your win sunshine. ya worked hard and you deserve the win m’kay? yar a winner sunshine

AAAsunshine: ooooh praise from you??

mightyanaconda: heh savour it, praise from me is worth more than bitcoin 😎

AAAsunshine: 😒😒😒

AAAsunshine: wow such praise much wow. anyways, thanks again cottonmouth. night night

mightyanaconda: happy to serve… i guess. Sweet dreams 😉😘

Forsyth

Fosryth couldn’t have been happier for you, while you didn’t win the school talent show both the Glee club and Chorale group were battling it out to convince you to join either of them. All you wanted to do in that moment was to savour your accomplishment. Stage performance had always given you anxiety but their was this desire in you to perform as well. Fosryth, your sister, Lukas, and even Python had advised you to give it a shot, you had talent after all and that was worth sharing with the world.

You couldn’t help but smile at both the Glee and Chorale leaders but “I’ll have to think about it” was your response to their passionate invitations, Forsyth had to politely ask them to leave after they’d begun heckling you once more.

Once your “recruiters” left you poked Forsyth on the cheek “Thank you Fors.” You said in a sing-song manner, he came in for a big hug “Congratulations! I haven’t the clue why you didn’t win first place!! But you were amazing on stage!” he released you and took the guitar case from you.

“Oh you exaggerate! But I’m glad that’s over with, it wasn’t so bad.” You giggled to yourself “I might even try it again.”

You could feel Forsyth beaming with excitement “If that’s the case, the next time we have school event and in need of an intermission number you’ll be first on the list! I promise that! Why I’ll even plan more school events so you can perform more!!” he balled his fist in excitement. Without skipping a beat Forsyth changed the direction of the conversation “Oh! Do you want to stop by the café before going home? Just a small celebration, I know you must be tired but I’d really like to celebrate…” he paused for a bit, a very faint blush painting his cheeks ”… This with you.” He finished his sentence sheepishly

Either you were too dense or didn’t want to color Forsyth’s thoughtfulness. He treated everyone cordially and was always happy to help so you had assumed he was this nice to everyone. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, making you focus elsewhere.

—

mightyanaconda: sent a video

mightyanaconda: here’s a short video of your number bubbles, its got all the good bits in it

mightyanaconda: if ya want the full vid let me know

bubz: thank you python~

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Your sister had always been your supporter ever since you were children. She wasn’t musically gifted herself so when you picked up singing and guitar, she backed you up by 2000%. That video would thrill her

You: sent a video

You: hey sis eat your heart out, your younger sibling’s a star!!

Focusing your attention back on Forsyth who’d been waiting patiently for your response, he gripped the handle of your guitar case nervously “I’m so sorry Forsyth.” you rubbed his arm “Python just send me the vid. I just had to send off to my sister right away about the café thing, I’d love to but don’t you want to drop off the guitar case at my place first?”

“Oh oh! Don’t you worry about me! I can carry this around.” He lifted the case like a dump bell. You silently admired how he had just flexed his rather toned arms at you but you more worried about accidentally breaking the guitar.

“I’m sure you’ve lifted heavier things Fors but I’d like to keep that as safe as possible? Minimize chances of damage.” He turned beet red. “I didn’t mean to-! Your things are important and I’d want to avoid anything that would damage-“ you pressed two finger on his lips “I get it Forsyth, its fine.” You smiled to reassure him

—

You set your case at the corner of your apartment’s living room and decided to check your phone as you made your exit. “Weird.” You thought, your sister had seen your message but no response came. Was your performance so dazzling that it left her speechless? You were sure the green haired bouncing ball of energy outside would agree but something about this didn’t settle well with you. Flipping through your contacts, you dialed your sister’s home phone right away but there was no answer. Your face began to dark as you stepped out the door, greeting Forsyth with a serious expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Maybe I’m just overthinking things but she hasn’t responded to me, I wonder if she’s okay?”

“Your sister I take it?” you nodded in response while you gave her cellphone a ring. Your call went straight to voice mail that prompted you to give her a call a few more times. After six called she finally picked up

“What do you want?” that’s not the greeting you had hoped for, she sounded really irritated

“Uh…” there was a negative vibe that seeped through the call but you tried your best to remain chipper “I sent you the video of my number for the talent show. I did it! Finally –“ you heard an exasperated sigh from the other side, stopping you from saying anything else.

“Look… you picked a really bad time. I’m just not in the mood right now okay?” that broke your heart, you were expecting her to be happier and excited like Forsyth but that wasn’t the case. Sadness and disappointed slowly began turning into mild anger.

“I don’t get you… you’ve been pushing me to do this since we were kids and now you just…”

She cut you off with another sigh that was much louder “I told you now is a bad time okay? Just leave me alone for a bit okay!?” and with that your sister hung up.

Forsyth tried his best to fish out his tissues to catch your falling tears but you’d already started crying a river.

—

He wasn’t sure how to comfort you, he had no words and he was careful not to say anything mean or negative about your sibling. The only thing he could offer you was a hug and you clung to him, crying it out into his shoulder.

“I shouldn’t be this upset!” you were a blubbering mess “Its just a stupid performance, I’m blowing it out of proportion like a spoiled brat!!”

“Its understandable that you’d be upset. Your performance is NOT stupid or unworthy of praise! Don’t discredit yourself like that!” he hugged you even tighter, he could feel you getting hiccups from crying so much.

You pulled away, wiping both tears and snot off your face with another tissue. Your living was now littered with used tissues and another one was added to the pile “Was it wrong for me to expect her to be happy for me?”

“NO!” he shook his head furiously “I don’t know what’s going on with your sister but…” he took a long pause to gather his thoughts “You were amazing while you were performing. You’ve got both the talent and the passion for it, it really shows. The way you put so much effort when you practice and the emotion your voice carries when you sing. A voice like that should be shared with the world if you ask me so I’m really happy you went ahead and performed in spite of your nervousness. I’m really, truly proud of you.” He hugged you again, it was warm, sincere, and comforting. “I’ll… always be one of your adoring fans.”

Forsyth realized how over the top and mushy what he just said was, his face burned. “I-I-I know what else we can do to help you feel better! We never got to go to café, I’ll step out for a bit and grab some food there! I’ll come back of course!” he quickly let you go, grabbed his jacket and made a mad dash for the door. He was redder than a tomato, heart drumming rapidly against his chest.

—

You had very little time to process what had just happened, right on cue your phone started buzzing. You checked the screen and saw your sister’s name, you took a deep breath before answering the call.

“He-hello?”

“Hey… I’m really sorry about earlier. You could tell I was angry but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

You felt the tears well up once more “I should’ve been more sensitive to you, I could tell by your voice you weren’t in the mood, should’ve just given you sometime and talked to you once you were ready.”

“Nope kiddo, this is all on me. I suck at being your number 1 fan but I’m proud of you. You’ve moved on from singing on top of the bed to singing on an actual stage.” That was fond childhood memory, you both would pretend your parents’ bed was a stage or stadium, and you lip sync to your favourite songs while your sister pretended to be a fan in the crowd. “I watched the video, its not the full video so you better send me that so I can put that on repeat! You did an even better job at the song than the original artist! Can I put it on my tiktok and make you famous?” you could tell she was doing her best to make up for her outburst a while ago.

“Aw c’mon that’s laying it on too thick.” You breathed in deeply as you held the phone closer to your ear “Hey… I am worried about you, you know that right? So what’s up on your end?” you heard her scoff on the other side

“Don’t worry about that for now, I’ll fill you in later. I don’t want to think about anything negative and just want to celebrate this with you!” a beat passed “Also… I’m really curious who that green haired guy is in the video… your boyfriend? When did you learn to keep juicy secrets from me?”

Boyfriend? Green hair? Only Forsyth came to mind and then the memory of him holding you close and getting all sappy a while ago rushed through head. A hot blush raged across your face “He-HE isn’t my boyfriend!” you managed to sputter out

“Hohoho! He seems quite taken by you!” the relentless teasing continued

“What makes you say that?!” you tried to fan yourself to calm down the blush.

“Seriously? You saw the video right?”

Actually, you hadn’t watched the video of your performance. You swiped out from the call and checked the video Python had sent you. It started normal enough, you in frame, the video would cut out to a different portion of your performance but one segment really stood out. Who would’ve guessed that Python would mischievously add a clip of his best friend gushing about you.

“Oh…” you heard Forsyth sigh affectionately in the video “They sound like an angel Python. I can’t take my eyes off them… I could watch and listen to them all day and night…” the video transitioned back to you on stage.

You could hear your sister making kissy sounds on the other side of the line while laughing hard. Embarrassed beyond reason, you tried your best to clear things up with your sister. Forsyth could come back any minute with the food and you didn’t want to get caught talking about him. Your sister continued to tease you and ask you to call her back once you were done with your “date”. Circumstance must’ve been playing tricks on you, Forsyth so conveniently returned at that moment with food.

“Hoh? You left the door unlocked? I’ve returned with food though, sorry I took so long. I passed by another shop and bought you something from there as well.” You could hear your sister cackling maniacally before hanging up. Keeping calm after seeing the video was going to be challenge but you managed to have a small food party and update Forsyth that you and your sister were okay now. As it was getting late, he said he’d have to go but not before giving you one last hug. You bonked yourself on the head for being so oblivious to the possibility of him having feelings for you.

—

Superman: Happy to announce I’ve made it back home!  I’m glad I was able to cheer you up even a little bit. I’m even happier to hear you’ve spoken to your sister. 

You: Glad you’re home safe! Thanks Forsyth, I’d probably be sulking all night long if it wasn’t for you

Superman: I’d do anything to cheer you up. I’ll even act like a clown if it means putting a smile on your face!

You: Don’t over do it green bean.

You: Oh, I spoke with my sister. Apparently, she lost her job that’s why she was all bummed out.

Superman: !!!

Superman: Maybe I could help her out with job hunting? Although my contacts are from around our area, is she particular about the location?

You: Thanks Fors but my sis has a plan and sent her resume to several prospective employers. I appreciate the effort and concern though

Superman: Well anything to help you out

Superman: I mean anything to help someone in need out

You: I’m heading in for the night. Forsyth, thank you so much for being there for me, you’re the sweetest and the best. Night night. 😙

Superman: 😳

Superman: Sleep well and sweet dreams, can’t wait to see you tomorrow!

Superman: UH I mean, its always great to see you because I know you’re okay and not sick… and… and

Superman: You know what… I’ll just stop talking… Good night.

Lukas

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” Lukas gave you a gentle smile “I read your paper, your passion and grasp of the topic shined through. Professor Evans echoes my opinion, you wrote an excellent paper.” You couldn’t help but stare at the post-it your professor stuck on your hard copy.

“Your final research summary paper was an excellent application of all the concepts we’ve learned in class. I want to congratulate you on your effort and dedication, you’ve earned the A+ and, if you’d allow me, I’d like to add your work to a journal I’m working on. You will be fully credited of course, its just my personal collection of student’s work.”

You’d lost count at how many times you’d re-read the note, how many times you’d replayed the commendations. The high you were feeling was difficult to complain and you found yourself tugging Lukas’ sleeve “You helped me too! You proofread my drafts and pointed out areas of improvement. Professor also commended your paper!” he shook his head in response

“My input was probably only worth two-percent of your mark, everything else was your hard work. With that being said our A’s could only mean we’ve passed the course with flying colours.”

“That calls for a celebration! So another coffee party or…” you fished out your phone and hurriedly looked up something up “Do you want to try this place out?” he inched closer to you to look at your screen “This place has started selling coffee jelly but they’ve got other items on the menu.”

His eyes perked up at the word “coffee”, his favourite “drug” of choice “I do like the sound of that, I’ll just drop off something at the learning center and we can head out. I believe you don’t have anymore classes for the day?” you gave him a thumbs up in response and told him you’d wait for him outside the school. Perfect opportunity for you to text your cousin about your “little” academic victory. You’d always been close with your cousin, granted that you grew up together. Both of you lived in the same area, so you’d alternate sleepover parties in each other’s houses. For college though, you’d gone to different institutions, you’re cousin chose a place in your hometown while you went to a busier city’s university. Though you’d gone different paths, you still texted each other almost everyday

—

YouAbu: Cuz! I got an A+ on my final psych paper! When I visit for break you better treat me to pizza!

kingkong: What’s new? You’ve always been the smarter one so that isn’t news to me heh 😜

YouAbu: LOL What’s with that? You can’t weasel your way out of treating me with pizza!

kingkong: uh 🤨 why would I reward something that comes naturally to you? Learn to drive stick then come back to me xD

YouAbu: whatever 😒… you owe me pizza🍕🍕

—

What was that about? Everything your cousin said just irritated you for some reason. Granted they always had a certain “edge”, as you would describe it, in the way they talked that didn’t really bother you because you’d gotten used to it through the years. But something about this situation coupled with what they said irritated you.

—

Lukas was far too preoccupied trying to read your mood than enjoy his coffee jelly. He watched as you playing with the metal straw in your mouth as you drummed your fingers on the table. He cleared his throat to break the silence “Something’s bothering you I take it, I’m all ears if you’re willing to share.”

Pushing the metal straw away with your lips as you let out a dry laugh “Last time I checked I’m the one studying therapy…” he quirked an eyebrow at your response but continued to observe you, the way Lukas would look at other people, it always seemed like he was putting others under a microscope. You’d grown used to that habit of his, you didn’t find it off putting at all. “Have you told your family about you’re A?” you quickly changed the subject

“I doubt they’d care. You know my older brother wants nothing to with me, my father on the other hand would simply respond with something along the lines of getting good marks are what’s expected of me.” He gave a smile, the kind that was all show, the kind that masks something underneath.

You could relate to his situation at the moment “I know how that feels…” you took a long sip of your drink “I thought this person would celebrate with me but their reaction simply irritated me.” Stirred your drink with the straw

“Sounds like we only have each other to celebrate our personal victory.” He leaned in a bit “If it helps you take the edge off things, I don’t mind you venting to me.” You slid your phone to him, the exchange between you and your cousin on the screen. Lukas read through it, took a quick glance at you before closing his eyes with a sign. That was your cue, he signalling you to start venting.

“I just… everything they said rubbed me the wrong way. Especially that bit about me getting A’s expected, I don’t just sit down ,write a test or paper then manifest an A.” you tapped the table as you spoke “Good grades don’t just ‘come naturally’ to me Lukas neither does it ‘come naturally’ to you.” you crossed your arms in front of your chest with a huff.

Lukas would be lying if he said he didn’t understand how you felt. “You don’t like it that people have a certain expectation of you.” You nodded in response “But you did expect your cousin to react in a certain way, did you not?” you flashed an angry look at your companion. Did he just defend your cousin? “I don’t mean to exacerbate your irritation. What your cousin just said, that good grades come naturally to you and are to be expected of you, failed to consider all the hard work and effort you put into your studies. As you said, we don’t just sit down and conjure up A’s.”

“What are you getting at Lukas?”

“I don’t know your cousin as personally as you do but I think they’re unaware that you find such comments disagreeable.” He tilted his head

“They’ve known me since we were kids.” He noticed your shoulders tense up as you said this

“You thought they’d react in a certain way and they thought you’d be okay with a comment like that.” He took a bite of his coffee jelly “The best option to take is to talk to them and let them know how they made you feel. The fact that you’re reacting this way, I can only wager a guess that your cousin means a lot to you and you put a great amount of trust in them.”

“Lukas… you’d make a good counsellor.” To which he shrugged “You don’t believe me? Would I lie to you?”

“You wouldn’t… I trust you a great deal, so my expectation is you wouldn’t say anything to deceive me.” He glanced at you before flashing a faint yet genuine smile. This was a rare occurrence, Lukas was showing vulnerability. Though he was very popular and well-liked in school, he didn’t have many friends and had trouble connecting with others. Something you’d observed was that he kept a lot of people at arm’s length and never truly opened up to anyone.

He looked at your sincerely “I think you need to hear this again. Don’t let the words of others undervalue your effort. You are a responsible, intelligent, and a hardworking person, I’m witness to those virtues and I admire you for them. All your successes happen by your own hand and not because you were born to succeed.” After speaking, he clinked his glass to yours. “So for now, let’s ignore those people who don’t understand and let’s celebrate our hard work?”

A smile cracked through your face, Lukas was right. It wasn’t fair to yourself, letting the words of others get you down and spoiling your day. “Thanks Lukas, I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”

—

YouAbu: could we talk for a bit? You said something awhile ago that didn’t settle well with me

kingkong: yeeesh I treat you to pizza m’kay?

YouAbu: its not that, you said good grades are expected of me and that really irritated me for some reason

kingkong: but you’re smart

YouAbu: Cuz… I’m not just smart. I study really hard and put in a lot of work into my schooling. It really hurt me that all my effort was just swept under the rug. I might be coming off as sensitive but I just wanted you to know how I feel

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kingkong: just… growing up you always got good grades and made it look so easy but now I realize its not easy. You were always reading books or going over school stuff

kingkong: and I gotta admit… I was kinda jealous of you’re A+ and let the green-eyed monster talk for me… I’m sorry

YouAbu: Hey… we’re cool and if you ever got the impression that I was showing off or something, I’m sorry for that

kingkong: I don’t mean anything bad with what I’m about to say but cuz, you were born to stand out ya know? You’re smart, killer work ethic, and have a way with words. You’re not showing off, you’re just dazzling peeps by being you

YouAbu: You are laying it on thick there cuz, you might just get away from treating me to a pizza

kingkong: HAHAHAHA that was the plan! But, when you get another A+, what should I say to you?

YouAbu: nothing, just gimme a pizza

kingkong: that’ll break the bank cuz, maybe for every four A+’s I’ll treat you to a pizza

—

You: Hey Lukas thanks again for cheering me up and offering a different take on the situation

LukaJava: That’s no problem, I’m always here for you. How are you and your cousin if you don’t mind me asking?

You: We talked things through and they understood where I was coming from. We had a good laugh after

LukaJava: (“⌒.⌒”)

LukaJava: Glad to hear it

You: Hey Lukas, I didn’t get to say this cause I was so caught up with my troubles

LukaJava: ( ・◇・)？

You: I’m proud of you for getting that A+. We both put our blood, sweat, and tears into our final papers and got our hard earned grades. I know you have a complicated relationship with your family and you don’t open up to a lot of people but I’ll always be here when you need someone to share your achievements with okay?

LukaJava: ೕ(˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)

LukaJava: That’s music to my ears. I don’t open up to a lot of people, that’s correct, but I consider you to be one of my closest friends. Your support, friendship, and understanding is worth more than gold to me.

LukaJava: Its getting late though, if my memory serves me well, you have a class tomorrow morning. Best we call it a day. Good night and sweet dreams

LukaJava: |[(*´ｪ`)]|zZＺ

You: Okay Lukas! See you tomorrow, good night and sweet dreams

[dreamsofknighthood]

2, 8, 11 ;P

2. What was the best thing in your character’s life?

A few things - the most obvious being the moment when he became a knight. This was, of course, tinged with sadness at Python’s imminent departure, but the moment where Alm lay Falchion upon his shoulders filled him with a joy he will likely never experience again. It was what he had been working almost his whole life to achieve, and the thought that it was now real was almost unbelievable.

Other moments in his life that were incredibly happy were the time when Clive appointed him his Lieutenant, and if it comes to pass, when he finally gets to retire with Python - the feeling that he can put all the fighting behind him, and live out the rest of his days with the one he loves most.

8. How many friends does your character have?

Python and Lukas are Forsyth’s closest, and while he has many acquaintances in the Deliverance and gets on well with a lot of people, there are few he would give the title of “close friend”. I do believe that after much time in the Brotherhood, however, he does strike up a true friendship with Clive, and also with his various squires, who come to respect him as they mature into their own knighthoods.

11. For what would your character give their life?

His homeland of Zofia, and the knightly virtues he holds so close. He is very passionate about protecting his people and is prepared to fight for them with the utmost of zeal - even if that means his own death. He would also give his life for many of the soldiers - Python, of course, that goes without saying, but he will gladly put himself in harm’s way if it means saving another. He’s been scolded more than a few times for being far too reckless with this.

[aimless--archer]

"A dream?" he asks with a chuckle. "Nah, not really. There ain't anything I care about enough for all that." There's a flash of passion in Forsyth's eyes and voice, and Python thinks he can see a little of who this man used to be, before a messed up leg and the pointless task of patrolling the docks every evening drained it out of him. It's oddly compelling, though he's not sure why- normally he finds such sincere enthusiasm grating and annoying at best- and he wonders if pushing the subject might draw it out further. But as quickly as it appears, Forsyth sighs and it's gone.

Sounds like that goal went well.

Wryly, Python adds, "Besides, I ain't got any use for dreams. They don't keep me fed or outta harm's way. And not havin' them is easier than havin' em stepped on." There's something in his tone that makes it clear he isn't just talking about himself.

He's quite curious what Forsyth has pulled from his bag- not that he can read human letters- but the dock sits high enough above the water that the angle is wrong to see. So instead he floats leisurely, watching the sun slowly sink behind the clouds and the ocean mist settle over the water. He frowns at the question.

"Nothin' you'd find very flattering," he says with another flat chuckle. " Well, some of it ain't bad. Some of 'em are pretty fascinated that you make piles of rocks and dirt and sticks to live in, instead of caves. Some of 'em are supposed to be tall enough to touch the clouds." He's not entirely sure he believes that one- it sounds like a lot of work. "That you ride huge four-legged beasts even though you've already got the equipment to walk on land." He shoots Forsyth an amused smirk. "I know that one's true, I've seen those."

The smile fades. "But they also say that you're greedy. Cruel, even. That you steal all the fish you can get your nets on and don't care what else you grab in the process." There's an edge of anger in his voice, but it isn't directed at Forsyth, and it softens when he looks back at him. "But hey, guess that ain't all of you."

He still doesn't entirely trust Forsyth, but he's at least proven himself to not be that.

What Comes on the Tide [Forsyth & Python Merman AU]