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!
Norah was no stranger to Grant’s height and overall size, but watching him stand, with how she had to lean back to be able to look all the way up at him. Then how he dwarfed her cabinet… well. She was quickly reminded just how big he was.
“There is a bottle of whiskey on the second shelf, back towards the left.” She offered. Shifting in her seat and straightening the skirting that had gotten bunched.
“During all of those training sessions, I never thought this is where we’d end up.” She said with a small chuckle. Her life, just like his, was so very different from all those years ago. “I will do my best to cause you less pain than back then, and fix whatever I can along the way.” At least what she could with the potions she could offer.
Post by Grant Delaney on Sept 27, 2023 2:19:42 GMT -5
Nominally, Grant could behave.
Nominally. Then again Norah was right there but also she was... available? Bizarrely? Grant wasn't totally sure. He had some feelings, obviously. Why was someone that good looking available? He supposed her husband died in an extremely mysterious manner, but. Still.
"Whiskey!" he said, cheerfully, going about pouring them both a tumbler of hard stuff; he turned and walked back towards her, smiling.
"I mean," he said, taking a seat. "I was boldly assuming you weren't just trying to hurt me," he said. "...and hopefully I was right," he added, after handing over her drink.
And there it was. That happy energy that seemed to float on his shoulders. A strong soldier yes, but it was the energy that followed him that was alluring. Naturally, there was a darkness that swirled within a witch, which made such brightness draw Norah in. It wouldn’t ever be her own, but to be near it…
Grant was so different from the man’s whose last name she carried, from the one who asked her to do something that she now knew would haunt her dreams far too often.
The drink was accepted with a smile, “I was not trying to hurt anyone. But, as it stands, that pain comes hand in hand with being a paired soldier. Made you stronger, whether you knew it or not.” She lifted her glass slightly in a toast, “to us. And may the goddess watch over you,” she smiled before lifting the glass to her lips and drinking.
Post by Grant Delaney on Sept 27, 2023 2:53:53 GMT -5
There was a slight chance that Grant was a crazy person.
Whether or not Grant was right in the head, he was some kind of guy. It radiated from him--any time of day, anywhere.
He grinned at her, shaking his head.
"I mean you weren't trying to hurt me," said Grant, "but you and Regan did a good fuckin' job," he teased, clearly not actually upset by it. All his bones had ended up in vaguely their rightful place, anyway!
"You made me much stronger, Norah," said Grant, smiling at her, after draining his own drink. "I appreciate it."
She wanted to ask how Regan was. Almost did so out of instinct, manners demanding she ask how someone was who was close to the person in front of her. But since he disappeared with his prior betrothal. Well, maybe now wasn’t the time.
“You’re welcome,” she nodded, taking another drink from her glass. “I’m just glad you turned out how you did or it would have been rather disappointing that I had failed you.” She spun the liquid in her glass slightly.
She gave only a moment of pause before she downed the rest of it. “Did you plan on going home tonight at a decent time?” Not that it was really a ‘decent’ time anymore.
The moment he said he didn’t have plans, that he could leave whenever, she stood from her seat. Reaching for his glass, she gave him a coy smile and went back to the cabinet and refilled both glasses before coming back towards him, offering it back with a smile.
“Delightful,” she nodded her head as Deimos rose up and headed for the door. “Then let me show you to a room. No need for you to wonder aimlessly through the countryside. Could be dangerous afterall for a… soldier the side of a mountain.” The tease lingering on her face as she waited for him to join her in standing.
Post by Grant Delaney on Sept 27, 2023 3:45:15 GMT -5
Grant stared, his eyes roaming over Norah's figure.
That happened on a day when he got all of his bones broken, it was much easier to check her out now--though she could certainly break all of his bones at any given time. He grinned at her and stood, accepting his drink--
Oh.
"Uh," he said, tilkting his head slightly. "Are you sure?" he asked, taking a sip of whatever.
To watch him go from where he was sitting to having to tip her head all the way back as he stood was always impressive. Not the biggest man she had ever come across (apparently those genes were running through Coheed and one guard in Lorendale). But she would argue that the Delaney’s consistently delivered large men…
Which could be a pain for her if her and Grant did marry.
He seemed to pause, and she only smiled more surely. “I have rooms that will sit untouched if no one visits. Might as well offer it to a guest every now and then.” She felt like she was shaking off the dust from a Norah who hadn’t seen the sun in quite some time as she brushed a hand against his chest as she passed him on the way to the door.
“Besides, saves you from having to face your family tonight… unless you want to break the news of your new courting…” and with that she slipped out the door and down the hallway towards her guest rooms.
Post by Grant Delaney on Sept 29, 2023 1:16:20 GMT -5
A weird feeling passed within Grant's breast as Norah brushed her hand against his torso.
Well then.
"Right, well," said Grant, staring at her. Fuck, she was so confident. Goddess he loved that. Was there something wrong with him? --well, yes, but was that relevant? Probably not, presently.
Personally he had forgotten a while ago both by name and taste what his drink was, though he was feeling pretty good.
"Actually? No, nevermind," said Grant, "lead the way, Lady Prowze," he said, smiling.
While she didn’t turn back to look for him, instead keeping a steady pace with Deimos leading the way agreed, she did listen for him. And it was no surprise his long legs ate up the distance with each.
She hid her satisfied smile with a drink from the glass still in her hand. And looked over her shoulder as he called her a name she hadn’t heard in many years. And she beamed at it. “The only thing I cannot offer you is a change of clothes. The things I have here will be far too short… and tight.” She added the last part as she eyed his shoulders.
Then stopped in front of a door, twisting the handle with a mischievous look before she welcomed him into the guest room. “I hope it’s to your liking.”
Post by Grant Delaney on Sept 30, 2023 1:58:01 GMT -5
"Well," said Grant, looking her over. Hm!
"I don't necessarily need a change of clothes," he said; he finished his drink. He leaned against the doorway and regarded her, plainly, smiling. "I've never minded anything too short or tight," He said to her, outright. "Definitely not when talking to you," he added.
A lift to one brow, a soft breathy laugh escaping her as she moved towards the hearth. Her shoes brushing against the brick on the floor and it was then she realized how she hadn’t had time to change since she got home. Instead focused on helping Grant find a pool of noblewomen to consider.
“You never minded it? Well that is good… gives us a little more promise for the future.” She hadn’t changed since sitting at the oceans edge and something about that numbed her fingers all over again. No, things had been going rather well, she had felt a small sliver of herself again and wouldn’t loose it now. So with a flick of her wrist on one hand, she lit the fire after speaking an incantation. Then with the flick of the opposite wrist she had the glass to her lips and downing the rest of the liquid inside.
“Now,” the glass abandoned on the ledge above the fire as she turned back to him, moving to the bed and smoothing out the fresh sheets. They were changed daily. Still. “You should fit this bed just fine. No hanging off the edge.” She wasn’t sure why they had such long beds… lord Carter hadn’t been anywhere near Grant’s stature.
“Please, Grant.” She opened her hand to welcome him into the room. To relax. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
Post by Grant Delaney on Sept 30, 2023 2:40:30 GMT -5
Grant licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. Of course he never minded it, he thought--though he bit his tongue, metaphorically, smiling down at her.
The small house sized Delaney glanced at the bed, then back at the infinitely more important woman before him.
"That depends," said Grant, "how seriously are you asking me, Norah?" he asked.
She took a deep breath as he towered over her, dark eyes scanning over his features. He smiled at her and she felt her skin grow tighter as he said her name. Not Lady this or that. Not some form of ‘ambassador’, but Norah.
Her smile only lifted further. “Depends on the ask, Grant. How do I know how seriously I should take it before I know what you are seeking?” She knew she was causing a delay, but the tension that was suddenly crackling in the air had her waiting to see just how bold he was going to be.