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.
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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 Ravin Tracey on Mar 28, 2023 12:52:21 GMT -5
We can do this.
Ravin wanted to believe her. Wanted her words to warm the chill that had sunk deep into his bones. But he couldn’t—not entirely. The exhaustion was so profound that even the pursuit of that beautiful dream seemed a mountain too high to climb. Ravin just had to trust that Norah would see him there.
Ravin held her close, as tight as his frail frame would allow. He wouldn't say anything. He’d just rock her, holding her close, holding on to the moment before it slipped away.
This was the true first glimpse into something that she wouldn’t want to ever face. That he hadn’t really come back since her mother did what she had to him. He looked like Ravin, he sounded like him, he loved her like Ravin always had… but he didn’t feel like Ravin.
Maybe that’s what made her hold onto him tighter. Norah believed her love could fix all of it, no matter how foolish it sounded even to herself. Deimos never commented on it, but she knew he watched them closer than ever now. But she couldn’t do this without Ravin, not that she now knew what love for her tasted like, sounded like, felt like. And now she was chasing whatever bit of it she could find with him.
She murmured her love to him, not sleeping well at all when they managed to doze off. They made love, but that warmth never returned to him. Not all night, not from her embrace or love or the fire or blankets. But she did send for him to get a key to her home, so he could move in. To try…