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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    3 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

LET ME LOVE YOU TO DEATH; harlequin107.193.17.54Posted On May 11, 2017 at 10:32 AM by AMOR CONSTANS

v a m p i r e

Things usually went Amor's way. And perhaps he was a bit spoiled because of this. He had allowed himself to become demanding, impatient and expectant. Teaming up with Delmazio Marcello had been his most successful move he had ever made. It left him cushioned with estates and facilities in and around New York City, New Orleans Louisiana and Portland Oregan. All of which served the under belly of the cities, feeding fiends and satiating deviants.

It fed his ego and his pockets; it indulged the monster.

But here, in a world all it's own , it was taking time to get his footing.

The club was slowly coming together; going with a gothic/burlesque theme rather than the bar he started out with a decade ago. And this time too, he had to work hands-on - learning to like it as he literally gets to put his own twist on it. Today he spent his time sanding and staining the mohagony. Having spent hours in the place and having no desire to return home, he simply walks out the front door and begins down the sidewalk. In a complete mess - so unlike him - with his long, auburn hair in a bun in an a-shirt covered in stain and faded jeans.

My, have things changed.

So dramatically it seems that he is stopped mid-stride like he hit a wall. A wall of a searing clusterfuck of emotion, leaving his fingers numb - they curl into a fist as he inhales a sweetly familiar scent. It hurt, just to know that she was near, here. His chest and jaws clenched, he releases a soft growl. All he wanted was to pick out some fabric for the draperies, - he was thinking a maroon velvet. Perhaps gold tassels and trimmings. But why he now stood with others passing him, with a look of bewilderment on his face was beyond him.

Everything was a whirlwind. The Romanian wanted to turn around and for the sake of his Harley he should. Amor's cheek fluttered and his dark-edged faced hardened further. His breath deepens and his broad chest heaves. And despite himself, his stormy eyes flicker in search of her. Flooded by the mere memory of his fingers tangled in her midnight locks. Just the smell of her taunted parts of him that had long since been forgotten; barely discovered before they were torn apart. With a step, he denies himself; angered by the notion of his own weakness.

This battle that raged left him leaning against the brick facade of a small shop. She was she only getting closer but he found himself unable to move. Placing a boot upon the wall, he smiles - feeling himself drifting further into madness. He chuckles, wanting to deny her presence; only to look up from the cracked sidewalk to watch her walk around the corner. A brow cocks as he eyes every last sloping detail of her body; she had only become more woman since the last time he saw her. The last ten years had been gracious to her, more delicious than he could recall.

She was so close now that even if he wanted to turn and walk away, it would only bring her attention sooner. And thus he waits, forcing his vision downward until he saw her shoes. His eyes finally trail back upwards to meet her eye to eye with a crooked smile. "How such a sweet face can bring such agony." His jaw clenched once more as his view flickers between those one of a kind violet eyes.

emotional manipulation


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