The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
UPDATES
05.26.2023
2 month character creation hold for all existing members begins 6/5/2023. Ended 8/5/2023.
10.29.2023
Change in how times flows. Was 4 IC seasons, now only 2 IC seasons per 1 OOC year.
5 whole years of Heir Apparent goodness! When I started the site, I knew I was hunkering down for the long haul, but I never could have predicted the numerous twists and turns this roleplay site has seen. Hundreds of plots, characters, and members have come and gone, all leaving marks on the site. I am so very thankful for those who have invested. Because you keep coming back, keep getting on, and keep writing, Heir Apparent has the legacy it does today. Three cheers to us!
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:40:37 GMT -5
Regan snorted.
"I'd hardly look to Logan as a model for living with self-control." As soon as the words were out, they couldn't be retracted. Regan cleared her throat, blinking rapidly.
"And he's not odd looking," Regan mumbled with a smirk, "Big as a house, maybe, but they make those Delaneys good-looking enough."
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Sept 19, 2022 13:40:45 GMT -5
Octavius wrinkled his nose and drew his brows close together at the things Regan said. First calling the former Captain Commander by his first name, secondly talking as if so familiar with him, and then defending Grant's looks. All of it was suspect and uncomfortable. What was wrong wither her? Why did she have to make situations so awkward?
"I'm learning things about you, Lass," he said with a little less frown but a little more unease, "and I'm not sure how it makes me feel."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:41:03 GMT -5
Regan rolled her eyes and started off again, pulling Octavius a little by the arm so that he'd carry on with her. "Hate to break it to ya, but it only gets worse." She looked over at Octavius with a singularly impish grin. "So if you're serious about this whole friendship thing, you should probably get used to it."
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Sept 19, 2022 13:41:11 GMT -5
Octavius chuckled, both with mirth and knowingly.
"Oh, I know. Who is this man Grant mentioned to me? Said something like you're happy with him or something?" He couldn't actually remember what Grant had said, but he'd definitely mentioned Regan being with another man. "So, there's that. He thinks you're with someone else."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:41:25 GMT -5
Regan's change in demeanor was immediate. She bristled, shifting her shoulders as if carrying something unwieldy on her back. "Well, he's wrong." She answered firmly, "There's nobody. It was just...I don't know. A mistake."
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Sept 19, 2022 13:41:42 GMT -5
Octavius opened his mouth as if to say “ahh” in understanding, but no noise came out. This wasn’t the first mistake she’d made with a man. He suddenly realized that this was likely a habit for her, and that she probably wasn’t as innocent in these affairs as she conveyed herself to be. Regan had, however, inadvertently converted Octavius into the fix-it friend. Rather than stepping back and reassessing their friendship, he felt a sudden obligation to right every wrong in the young woman’s life.
“Let’s make a deal.” He bounced his eyebrows as he said it. “You keep away from mistakes with men, and I’ll help you get Grant.”
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:42:50 GMT -5
Regan opened her mouth to contradict him. Octavius still didn’t understand. There was no “getting” Grant. Even if he did want her the way Octavius thought he did, Grant’s free will in matters of marriage was more limited than Regan’s. He was a Delaney son, a prize many a well-schooled noblewoman would be happy to win, and a treasure his mother wouldn’t surrender to any but the best. And Regan was far from that.
But the fantasy was enticing: the one where she was wanted, needed by him enough to shirk family and duty. It was a selfish daydream, and Regan indulged it for a moment longer than she ought to. Long enough to have her eyes shine, wide and hopeful as she silently nodded at Octavius.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Sept 19, 2022 13:43:05 GMT -5
Octavius grinned down at his friend, excited at the prospect of the two of them bucking against the man together. This was how Nevermere changed—one unlikely couple at a time. He fully believed in his ability to help Regan get he guy, and he was invested in that end on a personal level.
“It’s settled then.” He said, extending his hand. They had just made a deal. He expected her to keep to her end of it.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:43:22 GMT -5
Regan rolled her eyes and shook his hand, though the girlish smile on her lips didn’t match the gesture. Maybe the pursuit was crazy, but Regan had no doubt that Octavius was going to try his darndest to see it through.
“So am I going to be able to return the favor?” She asked, a new ease in her tone, “There some high-faultin noble lady that I need to corral for you?”
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Sept 19, 2022 13:43:27 GMT -5
Octavius was fine with the conversation moving to him. He made an exaggerated unhappy face as he said,
"I wish." He smiled, but then continued, "No, truly: I wish. There is no one. What you can do is find me someone. I don't think I'm picky. Noble or commoner, it makes no difference to me. I don't care whether she's in the military or not. I'd prefer my age or younger but I suppose I could get behind the idea of an older woman..." He was into what he was saying, and brought his fingers to his lower lip to tug at it as he thought about the dynamics of marrying an older woman.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:43:48 GMT -5
“Not picky, eh?” Regan smirked as she looked Octavius up and down. From the looks of him, Regan thought he could afford to be picky. He seemed to be nice enough, earnest at the very least, and was certainly easy on the eyes. She scoffed at the idea of an older woman, the comment earning Octavius another eye roll.
“Well, I am famously without connections, but if I find any suitable old ladies sniffing around, I’ll be sure to send them your way.” Regan chuckled, pleased with herself as they came up on the kitchens.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Sept 19, 2022 13:43:57 GMT -5
“I gathered as much.” He murmured, loudly enough for her to hear and good naturedly enough for her to know he was kidding. But also, it was true, wasn’t it? The funniest jokes always had a hand in humor and a hand in truth.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:44:17 GMT -5
Regan laughed, her footsteps slowing as they finally came up on the door. “Well…” She sighed, turning to Octavius, “I suppose this is where I leave you.”
She thought about where she’d started this conversation: Regan, furious and cursing that she’d ever been foolish enough to love Grant Delaney. Or, a kind of love anyway. A need more so. But that fire had been exhausted. Now, she was just hungry, and tired of feeling…well, anything at all.
Post by Octavius Wulfbrand on Sept 19, 2022 13:44:40 GMT -5
Octavius pressed his lips together so firmly that they nearly disappeared altogether. He nodded that way, openly showing his regret that their time together had come to a close. But here they were.
“Fine.” He said with an exaggerated sigh. “I release you of me.” He grinned and then reached out a fist to softly push her arm. “Be good, okay?”
Post by Regan Lassiter on Sept 19, 2022 13:44:58 GMT -5
Regan snorted, rolling her eyes as her cheeks turned red. “Yeah, whatever,” She grumbled with a sheepish grin on her face. She looked down at her feet, kicking at the floor before looking back up at Octavius with a softened smile and serious gaze.
“Hey, uh,” Regan bit her lip before sighing deeply, “Thanks. Just…thanks.”