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❝ Reyson. Please tell me you're enjoying the evening. ❞

Music and dancing were definitely up the heron's alley but he wasn't sure if the food would be to his taste. He was ready to go on the hunt for something Reyson could eat however. Or just something he liked, he knew there would be something sweet around for Reyson to snack on, something with fruit.

He puts an arm around him and lets it drape over Reyson's shoulders. The posture distinctly casual.

❝ Here, we're supposed to be exchanging these. ❞ He passes his brooch (decorated with a delicate string of pearls) to the heron. ❝ Take this one. Then dance with me. Everyone here dances so stiffly, formal. Back home we'd never dance like this, but I'll do my best so I don't embarrass you. ❞

"all the more, now that you're back beside me."

he's been flitting about the place, dancing and chatting and meeting new people. it's been nice, but he knows his place is at tibarn's side, knows it like he knows the air he breathes. with a smile, he takes the offered brooch and swaps it with his own, which has on it a little bell. do the pearls suit him better? "why, thank you."

the goal is to collect all of them, and he intends to at least makes the effort.

but it's not his goal, all he truly cares for are these moments of connection.

he takes tibarn's hand in his. "i'd love to dance with you. we can figure out the steps together, mimicking these surprisingly graceful beorc."

#kingstalons #⁺ . ✕ ◞ answered ⋅ #toaball2024

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[ Sweet Bun Trio ] - A selection of traditional Faerghus pastries, all small enough to be eaten in one delicious bite! The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.

"Reyson!" Leanne flutters over to her older brother, excitement visible in her body language as plainly as in her heart. In her hands she holds the remaining one of the three sweet buns Rajaion had given her; the first two were fulfilling enough, so she'd strategically saved the one that she feels Reyson would be most likely to enjoy. She hands it over now without a word of explanation about the pastry, instead keeping up a train of enthusiastic chatter.

"I can't believe beorc throw parties like this! Isn't it amazing?" she says, "I even heard there was something called the White Heron Cup last year, where they had a dance competition!"

Which is kind of silly, when she thinks about it — if it's named after them, shouldn't it be a singing competition instead? Maybe the silly beorc just don't know the difference!

"Oh, and look what they gave me," she looks down, taking up her brooch with the black feather and placing it against her brother's white wings to see the contrast, "It looks pretty cool, right? Here, you can have this one, and then you can try to collect all of them!" She wants her brother to have the most fun he possibly can tonight, after all!

he smiles delightedly at his sister as she comes by, eyes already on the delicious-looking snack she carries. he does not dare ask for it—if his dear sister's heart is as generous as he suspects, then she is here to share. if not, then that is her right as the youngest to keep it for herself.

oh, but it seems luck is on his side. he accepts the treat without a word and immediately takes a bite, pleased with the flavors.

"thank you. your generosity knows no bounds," he says, smiling brightly. he is in a good mood, which good music, food, and company are sure to give him. his mood is better still among family.

"these beorc have thrown an interesting party. i... admit, i didn't know what to expect. silly of them, though, to name a dance competition after herons. we're much better-known for our voices than our steps, but i can't blame them for being ignorant. i guess."

he takes the offered brooch as well, and passes her his own in return. the one bearing the small bell that he has is pinned carefully to her outfit. "i'll be collecting, then. take this in the meantime."

he pats her on the head. "are you having fun? meeting any new people?"

#serenegaldr #⁺ . ✕ ◞ answered ⋅ #toaball2024

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[ CHAMPAGNE & MINT CANDY ] she doesn't like champagne and she'd already gotten her one designated glass for the day, but she thinks that the way that they're lined up is perfect! as one of the waitstaff passes her by, kinu snatches a handful of mints off a tray and glances at the stranger beside her. "hey, do you want to play a game with me?"

reyson eyes the girl with some light suspicion. a beast laguz ( or some foreign equivalent ) who looks... awfully playful. catlike, he'd guess, if not for the actual features she sported.

an adorable creature, but one who's clearly up to mischief. if he didn't have a soft spot for that sort of thing...

but he does, so he smiles.

"of course. i would love to. show me the kind of game you have in mind."

#kinusune #⁺ . ✕ ◞ answered ⋅ #toaball2024

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"You have two dates here, and neither are dancing with you? A shame, what a terrible boyfriend you have."

Naesala comes up behind Reyson and wraps his arms around his waist, leaning down just a little to put his head on his shoulder. He sighs, presses one kiss to the side of his jaw, then reaches forward to lace their fingers together.

"You have a much better girlfriend, I would say. I'd be willing to be led around the dance floor, if it's all the same to you."

reyson rolls his eyes, leaning back against the raven. already naesala was trying to get on his nerves. was it a game to him?

he tilts his head a little, allowing easier access to his jaw as he holds naesala's hand in his.

"you will dance with me. but you'll refrain from insulting anyone else while you do, or i'll make sure to let a certain someone know you've been speaking poorly of him."

#corvuschriisti #⁺ . ✕ ◞ answered ⋅ #toaball2024 #keeping the wc low because i've been AAAA lately #but feel free to make this a mini ily

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april activity check !

passed: activity point allocated to faith 10 (B+) → 11 (B+)

threads i owe (if i owe you something and you don't see it here, please lmk because that means i've lost track of it!):

to distinguish loss from sacrifice (w raven) stop saving the world & get a hobby (with eliwood) galdr for a mount (w sakura) hey miss l'arachel i don't feel so good (w l'arachel) the cost of something beautiful (w naesala) beat by beat & heart by heart (w naesala) and i am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth (w naesala & tibarn) flight of fancy (w tibarn)

#toaactivity

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reyson has not met this person before, but someone so—he hesitates to say open because he suspects it is entirely an unintentional situation, but no other word might fit right—intentioned carries with them a certain familiarity.

the way his heron heart-sense seeks out the feelings within and hones in on them ( discomfort, agitation... as well as a deep concern for the tiny creature he carries which holds itself above all else his heart projects in this moment ) has reyson immediately learning him.

the words that accompany this barrage of emotion are explanation enough. a friend of naesala.

"he's not here. ah, naesala, i mean. he'll be back soon, but..."

well, that association is enough for reyson to immediately soften, his ruffled feathers returning to normal despite the intensity of feeling being thrown at him—however unintentionally.

"saying? it's a newborn, it's saying nothing at all. but its heart... oh, what does any baby need? you need to provide warmth, food, and song."

pigeons aren't his area of expertise, but he's tended to younger siblings before, and baby birds are all simple enough. at least to another bird, he has no idea what baby beorc need, how different they might be, how much experience this young man has with either.

"he's cold... and he'd likely appreciate a snack as well. birds this young need to eat every two or three hours."

two and a half birds

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #ulircursed #corvuschriisti #thread #⁺ . ✕ ◞ thread: two and a half birds ⋅ #CRANBERRYYYY ;;

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ meme reblog ⋅ #here too (i have less of an inbox backlog on this blog)

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✦ 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘: 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍.

—𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞.

Initial Class: Heron Birthday: October 19 Basic Info: One of the few herons to have survived the Serenes Massacre. Initially very standoffish and distrusting but opened up to Ike after spending time with him. Close with King Tibarn of Phoenicis who saved him and his father during the massacre.

—𝐂 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.

Likes: a stiff sea breeze, nuts and berries, chaotic but well-meaning people, music and song, wild/untamed nature, hawks, early morning flights Dislikes: his own physical limitations, fire, loud noises, people obsessed with physical beauty, those who mistake wealth and power for a consequence-free existence

—𝐁 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.

Hobbies: playing the harp Talents: singing, making flowers bloom Background: Born the third of many siblings and now the middle of only three, Reyson now has had to contend with the loss of his people and the burden of responsibility very quickly.

—𝐀 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.

Height: 182cm Ring Size: 7 | N 1/2 Personality: Prone to bouts of pride and standoffishness. Incredibly brave despite his physical limitations. Little vanity and even less concern for the physical appearance others remark on. The ally most likely to do anything someone dares him to do.

(resources used linked below the cut)

Ally Notebook entries for all playable Engage characters

Ring size chart

Font generator (Math Serif Bold)

Original meme

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ headcanon ⋅

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he senses her worry and tries to redirect the conversation. while he's not as reckless as he once was, he finds himself at home on the battlefield even here, and so he has no plans to shy away from it. he is simply... more aware of his limits, but also of what he can do. a healer's abilities can turn the tide of battle, among the laguz and among the beorc both.

he wants to do that if he can. still, he sees no reason to worry his family. this is part of why his letters to their father had been vague about his actual duties, and focused more on what he has learned by performing them.

"i am not picking any fights," he says quickly, which is not quite what she asked, but... partial truth can serve better than he used to think. tricks learned from naesala? perish the thought.

"i don't want to worry anyone. i've been very careful." that much is true. "i'll pass along your love. and everyone else's good wishes. ah... i feel bad leaving him, but i know he's in good hands."

still, reyson is a creature who grows frail when lonely, who thrives best when surrounded by loved ones. perhaps all herons are.

"you can see tibarn and naesala for yourself. they've been doing... well enough. well, tibarn has been doing well, you know he can thrive anywhere. naesala has his ups and downs, as you surely can imagine."

a year is three hundred and sixty-five moments

#serenegaldr #⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #⁺ . ✕ ◞ thread: a year is three hundred and sixtyfive moments ⋅

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reyson's jaw tightens. he is already on edge, but the behavior of the beorc before them is... familiar. he dislikes this specific sort of familiarity, of course, and he knows he does not need to say why aloud, he knows naesala will know.

still, he watches naesala's expression, knows naesala sees a mark where reyson sees a reminder.

it will not do to be weak in the face of adversity.

naesala lies as easily as breathing. reyson observes the way untruths fall from his tongue, collect in the beorc's waiting hands like the sort of fairytale coins that turn to pebbles come morning.

his lips tilt downward and his brow furrows slightly. shameless raven.

he doubts the legitimacy of such a potion. beauty is something more—subjective, he feels. and perhaps it is easy for one such as him to doubt the universality of such things, but even so... these matters are never simple. he scrutinizes the beorc and shakes his head. he isn't a very good judge of looks. he also isn't very courteous toward dukes. it's a title he associates only with the worst of begnion nobility—one in particular coming to mind during this very conversation.

he feels sick, but pushes it aside. he will not be weak.

"is that so?" he does not gag. he tries to take his cues from naesala. "i'm unsure of what your mysterious potion can offer either of us, then."

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭.

[RECOVERY] - exploring the duke's secrets, Naesala & Reyson.

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #corvuschriisti #⁺ . ✕ ◞ thread: the cost of something beautiful ⋅

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reyson's fingers trace up naesala's back, over his scapula to the point where the wing meets it. it doesn't look too bad, honestly. healing nicely enough. no, naesala's bruises are elsewhere.

it should not be a relief to see him bruised, but if naesala is feeling reckless enough to join in even a mock battle, reyson should be grateful that it isn't worse.

and he ignores the nagging guilt in his mind at his own willingness to jump into battle, and often, and what that means.

"you are forgiven," he says, and finds he means it. he leans in, and his lips find the shell of Naesala's ear, just for a moment, before he pulls back and sings for him, letting his healing magic flow into the raven.

it is what he can do.

beat by beat & heart by heart.

[POST BOEL] - Reyson & Naesala

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #corvuschriisti #⁺ . ✕ ◞ thread: beat by beat ⋅

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there is faint amusement in him at naesala's irritation, but it does not show on reyson's face. he cannot do anything but frown, really, the spot between his eyebrows creasing ever so slightly.

"are you really?"

naesala's words are unexpected, and there's a beat before he's even able to get that reply out.

he waits, expectantly, for an answer, but still his hand finds naesala's cheek. there's an inescapable gravity to him, one reyson does not even want to try and defy. angry as he is, his concern supersedes it.

"turn around. let me check that wing."

beat by beat & heart by heart.

[POST BOEL] - Reyson & Naesala

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #corvuschriisti #⁺ . ✕ ◞ thread: beat by beat ⋅ #okay now the real post-boel convo

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i need beautiful herons to comfort me i did very badly on boel today

Good fucking luck even getting a heron to look at you after today

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ out of character ⋅

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reyson nods as he looks him over. there's only so much he can see from this angle. "of course i was watching. you asked me to."

there's a slight pull on his lips, like he wants to smile. that scowl he so often wears remains, however, and he merely withdraws his hand.

"you did well enough, i think. no one can accuse you of not doing your job as professor. do you think they learned anything? the other students on the field?"

he knows that's not really naesala's goal. but he knows, too, that it is the purpose of all of this. to see where each house stands, which students are strong and which lag behind. which professors aren't pulling their weight in that regard. the blue lions have been impressive enough, but perhaps...

ah well. reyson is not one of their professors, so he brushes the thought aside.

"reckless fool..."

beat by beat & heart by heart.

[POST BOEL] - Reyson & Naesala

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #corvuschriisti #⁺ . ✕ ◞ thread: beat by beat ⋅

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"It's no doubt healed," is how Naesala announces himself. He does not knock, he does not step in the door. This is not his room, not anymore. "Thank you for that. I've signed up for the upcoming tournament to flex my wing -- perhaps see if your work is up to par with all the other beorc healers here."

His words are flippant, like he does not care about Reyson's feelings. He does, though. He looks away, not wanting to see any expression that might be given to him.

"Root for the Blue Lions, would you? I will say, if they lose, I'm going to have to disown them."

the upcoming mock battle is not something reyson would ordinarily be concerned with, but there is something in naesala's voice that agitates him nonetheless. a flippancy reyson knows by now disguises deeper feelings.

a sigh escapes him. there's really nothing to be done for it, and he knows that trying to talk naesala out of play-fighting with a barely-healed wing won't go well.

instead, he looks him over. "i'm sure it's healed enough for now. i only ask that you be careful."

he cannot act with the same flippancy as naesala, nor would he wish to. "i'll be cheering for you. and your house."

#corvuschriisti #⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #⁺ . ✕ ◞ answered ⋅

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he made note of raven’s tension and brought a hand up to cover his mouth, rather than let any sort of smile become visible. there was something endearing, about the way the beorc tensed up, as if assuming might be his skills reyson was doubtful of. if that were the case, reyson would not be here at all. his eyes flicked over the men assembled once again, and his heart reached out as if to soothe their worries.

it was something herons often did without thinking, subconscious but sincere. he did hope it helped, however. though he didn’t expect much from them, he did not wish them ill. they were uncertain things, without a place in the world. the nations of fódlan did not offer the certainty that reyson was used to seeing in laguz societies. there, no one was without a path if they desired one.

so reyson watched each one, both as they actively demonstrated their skills, and as they watched one another. could they learn from one another's failures? this was something he was taking into account. they were clumsy with their weapons, all of them.

as raven brought one man low, reyson could not help but shake his head in disappointment. so much for the endless potential of young beorc. these men were... disappointing, somehow. but he was not yet willing to write them off.

"why don't you go sit down?" reyson suggested, eyes on the defeated young man. as he slumped off and the next took his place, reyson frowned and moved behind the boy, his hands on his arms adjusting his stance, almost gently. his brow furrowed. he could not wield even a light blade, and he hoped no one would ask him to demonstrate anything, but time among the beorc need not be wasted.

"like this. come now, don't act as if this is your first time sparring," he chided. he looked then to raven, and spoke harshly, trying to agitate the would-be knight whose posture he had corrected, to see if that would change how the boy would fight. "i'm not hopeful about this one being the one who will impress us."

to distinguish loss from sacrifice

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #peerlessscowl #⁺ . ✕ ◞ thread: to distinguish loss from sacrifice ⋅

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“i think they can be sent now,” he says, softly. he hopes so, at least. he knows his father must surely be in a state by now. so few children left, it is not right for reyson to deny him so much as a word of his continued good health. he makes a note to try at the earliest convenience, hoping that he has not worried his dear father too terribly. though his health had improved, reyson still thinks, not without great sorrow, of the state he had been in only recently. it was not right.

“i will write to father tomorrow morning, and send out a letter with the next batch of post.” his duties as a son must not be ignored. “i am glad your trip went well. oh, leanne, but i did miss you terribly.” he dislikes being away from family, even if he has his reasons for staying away, to grow and better himself for his return. it is better, now, with another of his family here. his friends from home have been a comfort, the friends he has made here have been lovely, but he is at his core a creature that longs to be around his family as well.

when prompted about his occupation, however, he pauses. “i… have nothing to teach these beorc. you know as well as i our magic is not so easily imparted. nor would i want to share it outside our clan. no, i am a knight.” there’s a note of pride in his voice that he cannot disguise.

a year is three hundred and sixty-five moments

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #serenegaldr #⁺ . ✕ ◞ thread: a year is three hundred and sixtyfive moments ⋅