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 Grant Delaney on Sept 25, 2023 1:17:19 GMT -5
She was sure.
Hoo.
Grant was pretty much entirely giving up on pretending to behave. He stared at her for a few moments, dryly swallowing. He then cleared his throat, regarding her.
"Norah," he said, "I.. will be honest. I can't imagine anyone better than you."
Dark eyes blinked up at him, studying him with a new intensity. “That’s quite the bold statement Grant.” She didn’t disagree, but she had been raised to believe the Prowze women were the best. Herself included.
“Are you saying that because you mean it… or because it’ll make your search that much easier to take the fruit hanging in front of you right now?” She had to ask. Even if she found herself running back down the list on her end. No longer a widow, a man she was sure would be safe, who wouldn’t push her to smother herself.
Post by Grant Delaney on Sept 25, 2023 1:35:33 GMT -5
"I--" Grant paused, tilting his head.
"Norah," he started, after a pause. "You're gorgeous. I think I was pretty open about that years ago?" he said, grinning and tilting his head. "I'm not interested in what's easy," he continued.
It wasn’t easy to make Norah blush. Not by any means, but she felt her cheeks heat just a touch at the way he grinned at her. Because she immediately went back to that night, and the laughter that had left her, the freeness she had felt.
“Well then,” she cleared her throat slightly, her hand coming out to pat his leg as she stared at her hand. “I am honored.” She gave a small nod, “and I have one request… well one for now.”
Holding his gaze, “If you decide after courting that you do want to be officially tied to me, that you only ask me. My family doesn’t give permission for anything with me anymore. I make those decisions going forward.” And with that her eyes met his and her hand found his, dwarfed by his own.
Post by Grant Delaney on Sept 25, 2023 2:16:13 GMT -5
'If' was quite the statement.
He smirked and managed to not make any sudden movements when she put her hand on his leg, nodding a little and listening to her 'request'. Sure it was probably some kind of ask but it was the least he could do--even if she wasn't as interested in him as he was in her, she had always been great to him. The least he could do was honor a request.
After a minute it was quite clearer, and Grant was, honestly, given some pause. He thought about it, watching her eyes, letting her take his hand.
"What does courting look like, for us?" he asked, instead.
A small laugh left her, and she shook her head a little. “Not the usual courting, I am sure.” She didn’t remove her hand from his. “I come back maybe once a month to Nevermere. But I can promise to see you each time when I am here.” With a longer pause she glanced towards the fire.
“If you come to Cambria it’s easier… probably preferable for you. No balls or parties to attend and listen to clock talk during.” Norah was grinning then. “What do you want our courting to look like? Besides showing up to my estate during the evenings,” though there was no disdain in her voice.
“Unless this is your idea of courting… coming to my estate and getting me alone.” Though her eyes flashed to Deimos. Then, she laughed, head tipped back and full of joy. The first she felt in months now. “Or are you after me for Deimos?”
Post by Grant Delaney on Sept 26, 2023 22:47:09 GMT -5
Grant was hoping it wasn't the usual courting but then again his experience with 'normal courting' was getting locked away with his betrothed and boy did they not mesh well together.
"...if coming here in the night counts," Grant began, before he scoffed and looked over at Deimos.
"No, I'm not here for him," said Grant. "Or, you," he corrected, given he was looking directly at the wolf summon. "Not that you're not great, Deimos, you're, uh, not my type."
Norah laughed. For the second time now. A sound she had felt she had forgotten months and months ago. Deimos seemed to even look to her for a moment before Grant was directing his words to him.
The horse-sized wolf turned his attentions to the man and ‘A bit too much fur?’ the dark voice said into their heads. Which only made Norah laugh once more. Wiping a tear that formed in her eye and tucking her chin, trying to stifle it. How good it felt to laugh…
Some point between Grant’s answer and him leaning over to pet Deimos was when Norah collected herself. Her laughing fizzing out to just a bit of a shake of her shoulders, one of which bumped Grant’s arm and she wasn’t jumping to lean away.
“Well, he is quite beautiful.” She agreed. Fondly running a hand over his snout before he was laying back at their feet again. A moment of silence, her fingers tightening in his for a moment.
“When I am in Nevermere, I will be sure to let you know. I come home about once a month. If you need an escape from the busy Delaney home,” she twisted her head to look up at him, “my doors are open to you. Plenty of space in this estate for you, whether I am here or not.” An offer of an escape.
Post by Grant Delaney on Sept 27, 2023 1:14:23 GMT -5
Grant, obviously, was friends with man or beast. And Deimos bridged the gap, being a civilized creature. Naturally.
As he straightened up he smiled a little while she kept herself against him, not shying away from contact. Really that was infinitely flattering--though Grant had the fortune of always being on Norah's good side, so far.
"Once a month?" asked Grant, tilting his head. "Can you manage me, that often?" he teased, smiling a little--he wasn't asking as a student, anymore.
Her brows lifted, a tight smirk on her face. Something very Norah, very Norah from years ago. She looked to him as if he had just challenged her, and she was considering accepting such a challenge.
“I feel you ask the wrong question Grant.” Her eyes moving from his own, down his face to linger on his lips for just a moment. Just long enough for him to notice before she’s back to his own gaze. “Or maybe just the wrong person. Can you handle being around me that often?”
”The right question.” Norah smiled, “Though, I have a feeling you’d do better than most others.” She almost winked, but instead gave him a coy smile and looked back towards a cabinet in the corner of the room. Several bottles of liquor lining its shelves.
“Would you like to celebrate your good fortune?” She offered, though didn’t make a move to stand. Maybe he’d follow where her gaze had moved to for a moment, or maybe not.
Post by Grant Delaney on Sept 27, 2023 1:49:29 GMT -5
Grant's conscious mind accepted this. His body, however, skipped a few heartbeats, perhaps dying legally once or twice, while he stared at Norah's gorgeous face.
He registered her gaze and then let go of her hand, standing up--with some trouble--before shifting carefully to disengage from Deimos, who was all over his future wife(!)'s feet.
"What are we drinking?" asked Grant, heading over towards the cabinet Norah had been making eyes at.