Dec 9, 2024
The shovel is still tossed away in the house somewhere, but he doesn’t want it. He digs with his hands, swift but careful, reverent of what lies beneath. The soft earth crumbles easily under his fingers. Soon enough, the skull is staring up at him, its empty eye sockets a strange echo of Python’s own.
From @luce-speaks 's incredible ghost au fic, Laid to Rest ! There were so many moments I wanted to draw, but this one really stuck in my brain and I wanted to bring it to life (pun intended)
#fe echoes#fe forsyth#fe python#forsython#fire emblem forsyth#fire emblem python#it was so goooood go and check it out!!!#i actually think forsyths arm is back in the splint at this point but the sling worked better with the pose/composition#got to sneak in a little hamlet posing too :)#i dont think you mentioned too much about the garden but i hope its okay i filled it with forsythia flowers :3#i went so crazy over the vibe of him gravedigging in the dirt with his bare hands#i know pythons legs look like they continue but i was picturing that patch of dirt really shallow --#like hes really climbing out of the solid ground by forsyths hand#i love how python was a bit unsure in that section - still thinking forsyth deserved it more than him#i hope i could do their emotions justice#the utter joy and reaching and reunion OUGHHH#can it be called a reuinion if they just spent all that time together? you know what i mean....#such a beautiful finale to a beautiful story :')
