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!
"Yep. Ya were downright adorable! Better than bein a mean drunk huh?" he grinned at her.
Raff watched her closely as she spoke and nodded about half way through.
"About six months ago, everyone was just sitting around the house doing what ever, mindin our own business. when alla o sudden outta the quiet, Cady just yells Woodja all just stop breahin so fuckin loud! Yer makin me crazy! stomped out and slammed the door so hard, she broke one of the hinges. Kinda clued me in on a few ... changes."
It gave him some hope for Cady and that she might be okay. Maybe it was just a chick thing?
"So there's a chance she'll snap outta it?" Raff looked hopeful about that. "I dunno I mean when I was that age, me and the Van Zants would..... well ya know. Hang out and stuff. I know friends at that age, they can stick fer life so if that noble brat is Cady's friend type, then I am gonna worry about that."
He squeezed both arms around Red and smiled at her as she told about her teen adventure and laughed at the sweetness of it.
"Man ya can cast! I woulda made his nose hair itch so it looked like he was pickin his nose alla time! Oh maybe a permanent wedgie! Or have him cuss every other word. I gotta say it's a good thing, I'm not a witch coz there's some really creative ways to annoy someone without leaving a trace!" Raff's blue eyes glinted with mischief at the thought.
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Apr 12, 2023 16:36:24 GMT -5
She let out a sharp breath as if she were blowing a stray hair out of her face, “Yeah,” she said in a resigned voice, “better a cute drunk than mean one.”
While he was telling her his part, she shifted around so she was curled more comfortably against him. She rested her hand on his stomach, her fingers idly stroking. She laughed, “I bet it did!”
“She likely will,” she wasn’t sure what to tel him, he knew his sister better than she did, “She seems like a smart girl. I think she’ll be able to discern which friends she should stick with and which ones she should leave,” she lifted her hand from his belly in place of a shrug then set it back down, “If you’re worried about it, you can talk to her about it.”
He wrapped her in a squeezing hug as she told her story, and her free arm automatically looped around him while her other arm was pinned between their bodies.
She snorted at his list of ideas, “Oh the nose picking one would have been so good!” She wished she’d thought of it. The noble would have been so mortified…it would have been delicious.
"Well we got just over six hours till the ball Red." Raff said, reluctantly letting go of her. He placed a large hand gently on each side of her face, cupping it in his hands and kissed her slowly.
"I think we.." kiss.." need ta" ..kiss.. "get goin soon."
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Apr 12, 2023 17:52:33 GMT -5
She’d been laughing when his mood, in her perspective, suddenly changed to something a lot warmer. Later, she’d think back about what had triggered this mood change for later usage.
She returned his kiss, enjoying the languidness of it. Even as his words contradicted what his actions were telling her, Rhedara did not mind following his mood. She leaned in a little. It was more than tempting to just stay, crawl in his lap, and see if there would be a repeat of the night before, “Yeah,” she got out between kisses, but she didn’t make a move to pull away, “We probably should.”
It would be fun to go to the ball, that same logical voice in her head tried to reason with her again. She didn’t slap it away like she had the previous night, because she knew it would be fun and if she wanted to make it there, she had to go home and get ready for it. There really was no time for this. She almost didn’t care. Almost. Who knew that vanity could overpower desire?
She slid her hands along his arms until her fingers touched his wrists. Her hands rested there a moment. Goddess his kisses felt nice! It was going to be hard to pul away, but she was going to give it a good try. In her head, she repeated ’leave him wanting more!’ which he clearly did if she was judging the moment correctly. She certainly wanted more.
She will lightly grip his wrists and try (not very hard if she were being honest) to tug his hands away from her face so she could try and break the kiss.
"Mmhmm." Raff kissed her more deeply, and laughed against Red's mouth as she drew away his hands. He leaned forward, "I don't need.." Kiss. "my hands .." Kiss. "..to kiss you." he shifted his weight to the side, making her swiftly choose between either laying on his stomach to keep kissing, or break it off completely.
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Apr 12, 2023 18:53:46 GMT -5
Willpower was for the birds apparently. It was certainly the case for Rhedara at that moment.
“Oh you don’t, huh?” she purred. Why was she pulling away anyway? That was silly of her…oh wait, the ball. Right, right…what about the ball? There was something she had to do before the ball too…or did she? It was hard to think about those things when he was kissing her the way he was.
Briefly, she tried to lean backwards to pull him on top of her, but he was heavier and more insistent, so she followed him down, landing on top of him.
As a man used to ruling the house, Raff knew what to do and when to do it. He stretched out his leg and jammed the toe of his loose boot into the crack of the door, right underneath the hinge, locking it tight. Without a pause, he trailed kisses down the side of her neck and placed his hands over the arch of her back to press her closer. Just near that tender spot behind her ear, he dragged his mouth over and--
"RAFF WHAT THA FUCK YA DOIN IN THERE?! I GOTTA GET CHANGED TO MEET SHEILA!" Brent yelled, banging on the door and trying to shove it open through the size thirteen boot.
Raff immediately stopped kissing her and shouted back,
"TRYIN TA GET A LITTLE RIGHT NOW, YA DICK!"
Raff started laughing and shoved aside the boot while still holding tightly onto Red.
"Red, this is ma idiot brother Brent. He's seventeen and stupid. Brent, this is Red, and she's WAY above yer pay grade."
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Apr 12, 2023 20:03:56 GMT -5
Distantly, she heard him jam something against the door. Her heart rate quickened. Privacy. She liked the sound of that. The alley wasn’t very private, and there was almost a rushed feeling to it before. But a closed door meant they could take their time…she arched her neck as he worked his way toward her ear.
Then someone that she assumed was another sibling started shouting for Raff. She’d been deep in the moment, so the shouting startled her enough that she would have jumped right off of Raff had he not held onto her. Well if there was anything that would knock the lust right out of her it was that.
She gave him a bewildered look when he admitted to his brother with no shame to be seen exactly what he had been trying to do and the look only got bigger when he didn’t let her go as he cleared the door so his brother could enter the house. It wasn’t that she was particularly prudish…she’d discovered she was not that the previous night. It was only that he’d been so careful about the whole thing around Cady…was it the difference between Cady being his sister and the other one being a brother?
Somewhat awkwardly, she watched Raff’s sibling enter the home from her perch on top of Raff. His brother looked to be around her age which was confirmed when Raff introduced them. Again, she found herself in a situation she’d never been in before. How did one greet someone else while laying on top of someone they were about to be intimate with? Her mother never covered this. Should she shake his hand? She didn’t think she could reach up far enough with the Way Raff was holding her.
She settled for a wave, “Nice to meet you.”
It was clear that Raff’s home was not ideal for intimacy unless they implemented some sort of a system to keep the siblings out of their own home while things happened. Her place would be better, she realized. Bette was out on the boat more often than not, or if not on the boat, just out. They’d have plenty of privacy there.
"Very nice ta meet ya..." Brent said, his brown eyes gleaming and giving the identical smirk that Raff did. "She's closer ta my age old man. How ya doin Red?"
Raff let go of her and rolled onto his side to stand up and helped Red stand too.
"I said. she's way above yer pay grade. Kid." "And yer way too old fer her old man."
He walked to the hook on the wall and grabbed the clothes off it with a yank and threw them at Brent's face. "I didn't pull that shit with Sheila."
Brent caught it swiftly before it hit and retorted back with a smile, "That's coz yer...let's see...eleven years older than her."
"How young are ya Miss Red?" he asked her, ignoring Raff and walking closer to her.
"Don't do it." said Raff very quietly, his voice a barely contained growl. "I'll give ya this one warning Brent ta walk away."
Brent, the younger browned eyed and far more appropriately aged brother gave Red a wink and slowly walked out the door, leaving it wide open. "Yer a dick!" he said from outside.
Raff leaned against the wall and just face palmed with a deep sigh. This, this was exactly why he'd never EVER brought a girl home before.
Post by Rhedara Shannon on Apr 12, 2023 21:11:07 GMT -5
The family resemblance was strong when they smirked. She recalled Cady sporting one just like it. The other resemblance was how forward Brent was, so some would argue that Rhedara would find Brent as appealing as she found Raff. They would be wrong. Maybe it was the recently doused lust speaking, or maybe she didn’t like being treated like a trinket he was trying to take from his brother, but there was something punchable about Brent.
How ya doin? he’d asked. Frustrated was how she was ‘doin.’ Was that flirting? Who found that stupid line appealing?
“Was that supposed to be a come on?” She asked him, deadpan, “Needs work.”
Then they were talking about someone named Sheila…a paramour of Brent’s perhaps? And he was trying to get her too? Or was he trying to irritate his brother? Both? Probably both.
Brent got close to her, asking her her age. Maybe she should have stepped back to keep the distance between them, or just let Raff handle his brother. But she had a feeling that she may be seeing a lot more of Raff—and probably his siblings if that day was any indicator—and she wanted to make sure one thing was absolutely clear.
She leaned forward and smiled, although there was no joy or coyness to be found. Her smile resembled a cat about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse. When Brent was close enough she would reach both her hands out and try to box his ears, “That’s not your business.”
When Brent was gone, calling out the insult from what he probably judged a safe distance from Raff, she faced Raff who was leaning against the wall looking as if someone came in and cornered him into a circular argument.
She walked close enough to touch him, “Well it certainly is lively here!” And if she was successful in boxing his brother’s ears, she’d say, “Sorry for boxing your brother’s ears,” she wasn’t sorry, but it seemed appropriate to apologize after hitting someone’s younger sibling.
She stood on her tippy toes and reached for his face so she could press a kiss to his mouth, “I should probably get going,” she smiled, “See you tonight?”
Raff gave Red the respect to make her own choices, as he always did, and he wasn't disappointed with the results. He leaned against the wall in silence but knew that Brent had sealed his own warrant for asking a girl close to his age, what her actual age was. Brent was seventeen and in his limited experience, he was about to get schooled. By a short, smart little brunette with a penchant for cursing when she was irked.
As soon as Brent was close enough, Red boxed his ears so savagely hard that he yelped like a dog, and stumbled backward. The moment Brent had crossed the yard, he yelled out his insult. So Raff took a step to the door's threshold and flipped out a throwing knife at Brent's heel, just barely enough to pierce the leather at the sole. "Yer a dick!" "Luv ya too Brent. Imma go visit Sheila now."
He turned back to Red and looked embarrassed that she felt the need to apologize for his nasty little brother's behavior. "Sorry he was an ass to ya." Raff bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
"I'll see ya tonight. Wear something I like so much that I wanna take it off ya." he grinned down at her. Yea. He was gonna visit Brent's soon to be ex girlfriend to giver her an earful before getting ready for tonight's ball. Red had actually met the family and hadn't run... yet.