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.
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Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 25, 2023 12:59:00 GMT -5
The lust that welled up inside of him made it difficult to take things slow. But Regan wasn't exactly doing that either. He felt her tug at his shirt while she kissed him back, which he saw as an invitation to slide his hands under her shirt, feeling her warm skin touch his fingers. He didn't think much of it and continued to kiss her, now down her neck, on his way to her collarbone.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2023 12:59:13 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Regan Lassiter on Mar 25, 2023 13:33:01 GMT -5
Regan wasn’t exactly planning on that either. But the universe, perhaps mercifully, had decided to intervene.
Her fangs flexed as Aldrich made his way down to her collarbone, eyes fully glowing in the dark before she closed them. Regan’s fingers were searching clumsily for his belt, just finding their target when a burst of light flooded into the alley.
The back entrance to an inn opened and its keeper trundled out a few steps, leaving the door open behind him. The man started to throw a bucket of foul, soapy water onto the cobblestones when he spotted the entangled pair opposite him. The water continued its trajectory, splashing over Aldrich and Regan’s boots.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 25, 2023 13:46:08 GMT -5
He held his breath when she fiddled with his belt, but the breath violently left his mouth in the form of a surprised sigh when the door behind them swung open. The splashing sound brought him back to reality, and he took a step back, creating a bit more distance between him and Regan.
And Aldrich was back to being his annoying self. "What're you lookin' at", he barked, causing the man to blink in surprise and cringe before silently walking back to the door he had come from. When he thought it was safe to face Regan again, he did and cleared his throat. "So, the castle?" he asked, pretending like nothing had happened.
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2023 13:47:26 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Regan Lassiter on Mar 25, 2023 14:09:45 GMT -5
It was the wash of water on her feet that clued her in. Regan resisted at first, but then let Aldrich pull away. She just stood there panting while he dealt with the inn keeper. Her eyes never went to him; they stayed on Aldrich, glowing faintly until they dwindled back into darkness.
Regan nodded, pushing herself up off the wall she was leaning against and straightening her tunic. “Though,” She added, now going to Aldrich to straighten his coat, “I think…it’s best…if we go separately.”
Because otherwise bad decisions would be made. And likely someone was going to catch on fire. The latter would be a shame indeed, for Regan wasn’t really too keen on explaining how that could be prevented just yet.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 25, 2023 14:20:02 GMT -5
Her taking the time to adjust his coat didn't make it easy for him to agree to going their separate ways. After all, he also needed to be at the palace. He would be on duty early in the morning and preferred to spend the night at the palace instead of his home when he needed to be up before the sun. But he nodded. "You're probably right", he said, digging in his coat for his pack of cigarettes. He lit one and closed his eyes for a moment when inhaling the smoke. He needed to calm his nerves. He'd offer Regan a cigarette too before putting the pack back in the pocket of his coat.
"I'll see you at the ball, then." He smiled weakly, wishing that damned inn keeper had chosen a different time to empty his bucket.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Mar 25, 2023 14:28:37 GMT -5
Regan took what she hoped was a subtle step back when the cigarette was offered. One stray ember on her skin and she’d burst entirely into flames. Which, again, would be problematic for them both. But Aldrich, bless him, had no way of knowing that. Regan grinned her crooked, sideways grin, taking one last look at Aldrich with mischief in her eyes.
“Count on it.” And with that, Regan took a few steps back, looking Aldrich up and down as if saving the image for later before turning and exiting to the street.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Mar 25, 2023 15:19:39 GMT -5
When she stepped back, Aldrich just assumed that she wasn't a smoker. He paid it no further mind and just enjoyed the cigarette that was loosely hanging between his lips on between inhales.
His eyes remained on her silhouet as she went her own way. He kept looking in the direction she had set off in until he could no longer see her at all. Perhaps one day they would finish what they had started. Or perhaps they'd realise that what they had started hadn't been their smartest move. Either way, Aldrich would cherish this little moment (although that made it sound more romantic that is had been). Once the cigarette was finished, he would start to walk down to the palace himself.