Made of Glass, Filled with Fire

"I was born this way, and mere birth is not praiseworthy. Praise me instead for my strength. What I look like is irrelevant, so long as I have the power to protect my friends." Independent RP blog for Reyson from FE: Path of Radiance and FE: Radiant Dawn (Semi-hiatus until life calms down!!)

[fiery-emblems]

@theflailing

Reyson is the original angry bird.

[galdrgraced]

man i really do love reyson with my whole heart 🥺

his glass bones and paper skin ass really thought he could fight the world with his own fists

[selenadem]

Day 6 of FE Siblings Week

“Return” ! Reyson and Leanne are happy to see Rafiel again!

[elvthali]

/collapses here’s some gay birds orz

..what do u mean I’m two days late?

[galdrgraced]

me when there's absolutely no fandom around but i kinda wanna come back to reyson:

[galdrgraced]

Karin is such a funny relationship for Reyson because normally it’s either

He tolerates you/likes you but doesn’t really care strongly either way (yet)

He idolizes you/loves you

He despises the depths of your soul

but Karin is just this two year olds poking at each other dynamic which is very funny for Reyson

[galdrgraced]

flowinglikestars​:

“Frogs can be main characters! Ya just need to believe!~”

“No one wants to watch you jump around.”

[galdrgraced]

i forgot i called reyson the original angry bird in my profile

very cringe of past me

[effinbirds]

[galdrgraced]

look at him he’s so fluffy 🥺 i can’t believe he got content in FEH i love him

[galdrgraced]

bluestmoons​:

   “Y-yes, well…” In truth, Serra was a bit chastised by him — though she took it well, one finger itching at her cheek, face embarrassed and flustered. She should really be outraged about all of this, shouldn’t she? But all she could muster up was a weak protest. “I— I’m not— shallow! I don’t… disagree with what you said…” Ah, was that why she was folding in, now? Someone older than her speaking harshly to her… did it remind her of where she was born? “But— what you are, it— it has an influence on you, surely. Just like how you were raised has an influence on you. It’s just— just a piece of you… an important piece! I’ve always thought so, anyway…” That’s why it was so hard, not knowing… It was much easier to believe she was the daughter of counts than to face the reality that she would never, ever know. 

“Hmph.” He crossed his arms, still glowering, but at least she had backed down from her first statement of utter foolishness.

“Of course you cannot help how you are born, but such things mean nothing in regards to anything of importance. Would you judge someone to be wise merely because they happened to be born within a certain family? Then why would you judge anything else by one’s birth?”

“You cannot chose the events of your life, but you do chose how you react to them. The things that happen to you don’t make you what you are unless you give them that power. I judge people by how they speak, by what they do and by the heart they show me. And that is all I ever wish to be judged by too.”

[galdrgraced]

"Prince Reyson, serving guests? Oh my, this will never do." The old bird hobbles over to the Heron prince, Nealuchi was too kind for his own good. "Please Prince Reyson, sit, allow this old bird to attend the guests." Or, you know, find Janaff and Ulki and make them do some work.

"There is no need for that Nealuchi. You should sit down yourself..." Nealuchi was ancient even by raven years. There was no reason he should be running off doing anything at all much less trying to help Reyson.

"You know I am very capable of doing whatever I may need to get done."

[galdrgraced]

reyson ranting about kings while i just stare at the rest of the FE series sweating

[galdrgraced]

bluestmoons​:

   “Well of course it matters what you are! It’s part of who you are, isn’t it?” She seemed rather unbothered by his frustration, instead casting back a touch of her own. Status mattered greatly, didn’t it! It was like saying it didn’t matter whether or not she was a lady! 

   A moment later, though, excitement touched her eyes. She leaned forward, a glow of interested passion lighting her face. 

   “Are you?” She really shouldn’t be more excited over the thought of him being a pirate than of him being a lord, but… she simply couldn’t help it! “A pirate? Wow! I bet you have loads of stories! But… what’s a pirate doing, handing out food?” 

“How does my rank have anything to do with what I am?” His eyes flashed. “The things I do, the things I say - those are what make me what I am, not something as insignificant as my birth. Those who are lords or kings deserve nothing from merely being born into such a position.”

His hands curled into fists. “You beorc are always so shallow. Always measuring everything by the mere accidents of status or riches. A king is nothing unless he proves himself to be worthy of the title. A pirate may be far greater than any noble depending on how they decide to treat those who depend on them. The greatest king I know was also a pirate and the greatest beorc I have ever met was a mercenary. Why should I care to what role they or I were born???”

[galdrgraced]

he absolutely is a pirate

[galdrgraced]

bluestmoons​:

   “Mmhmm!” Her mouth is full of cake, at this point — she’s beaming herself silly, absolutely gratified with the way the day is going, thus far. “Oscar… give him my thanks, won’t you? That’s from Serra.” She pauses for a moment, deep in contemplation, then smiles at him again. “I think the strawberries are an excellent touch!” She pauses, looks him over —  he’s really quite beautiful, and kind… “Your attire is so pretty… Are you some sort of lord?” 

Yes, yes. He was getting so amazing at handling beorc. He’d only known this one for three seconds and she was already grinning over a piece of cake. So much better than many of his former attempts.

He was about to announce proudly that of course he would bring her comments back to Oscar, but his expression soured immediately at her question. 

Who cared if he was a lord or not? Those sorts of questions never boded well for him.

“Does it matter what I am?” He crossed his arms. “In this castle there’s everything from nobles to thieves. Maybe I’m a - a pirate.” 

[galdrgraced]

bluestmoons​:

   “Omigosh, I like, love cake! You’re so thoughtful, preparing all this for me!” They didn’t even know each other. Why would he prepare for something specifically for her? She reaches out for some. “You know, my retainer could learn a thing or two from you… what’s your name?” 

“Make it for you?” He had never even seen this particular beorc before. She just happened to be the nearest one at hand. But at least his hypothesis about cake and beorc continued to (mostly) be confirmed.

“My name is Reyson, but it is Oscar you should be thanking if you wish to thank anyone since he was the one who made it. Though it was my idea to add the strawberries.” His wings fluffed out ever so slightly. Honestly he understood beorc so well at this point. Even he was impressed with himself.