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    The Residences

    Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!

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    Anacosta Heights

    11 residents

    Anacosta Heights

    Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

    Rowena MetcalfSebastian Ellington-AragonaKohl JonesDareios Auerbach Dorian Ellington-AragonaAmelia MarekIórkæll DværgAndras SteinColumbia De LÉvÊque Lisé DupontVitani Lovelace
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    Dupont Circle

    5 residents

    Dupont Circle

    Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. Although these houses are somewhat small (often two to three bedrooms) they feature back yards, porches, garages and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and for the neighborhood as a whole.

    Adelaide LabelleJohnathan HolmesGia Jones William TownsendMaera Carrick
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    Hawethorn Village

    5 residents

    Hawethorn Village

    Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawethorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three story townhouses, often with a one to two car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces.

    Serafina DuboisAnastasia RomanovaLazarus DarayMiyako AikenElain Daray
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    River Dale

    10 residents

    River Dale

    River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold true to the victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans and the occasional brick beams.

    Isolt GriffinAlekai EveroKillian CarrickMalakai KanaitaCarolina BedfordSterling TenembrageEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin AndreevHannes Ögmundsson
what's standing in front of me101.176.136.166Posted On July 30, 2017 at 8:08 PM by Dorian Aragona

The Sun Also Rises

There was very little the Monarch was unwilling to so experiment with between those sheets, the natural curiosity of the man so inclining him to but all manner of ways in which he might enjoy his lover within the bedroom. Sebastian so fortunately seeming to be near equally as inclined to embracing the Fae’s plethora of ideas and too- so introducing the ancient Monarch to those distinctly more modern ideas of his own that Dorian alone might surely never have found. There was a simple sort of rightness to that moment and that wholly intimate embrace. Dorian having craved just these sensations for days, the man hardly caring for how foolish it surely sounded to miss his lover so terribly much after a mere forty-eight hours or so apart. That simple feel of Sebastian’s figure beneath him and around him was utterly intoxicating and arousing and decidedly perfect in every fashion. He had needed this in the same way he needed air. Dorian wholly content to lose himself in that plethora of sensations and pleasures Sebastian’s figure so provided him and those glorious sounds each roll of his hips seemed to stir from the vampire in turn. How he so adored being the one to craft those sounds from his lover! How he enjoyed that knowledge that he alone so had Sebastian’s affections and attentions and that off every being within this world it was to him Sebastian came home each night. It was those tantalizing, near possessive thoughts so intermingled with that simple, raw pleasure that so readily saw that pressure build within himself, that tightness to Sebastian’s own figure only further seeing the Monarch unravel, Dorian determined to reach that pleasurable peak only to have that near breathless request to wait uttered towards him.

He could hardly prevent that groan of that fell from his lips, that sound one of utter longing and the sheer tortuousness of being asked to slow himself when he ached for nothing other than to finish taking his lover. His breath was nothing short of ragged, his form so displaying that fine sheen of sweat from both the physical effort of that love-making and too that sheer will it so required off him to steadily slow and ultimately stop that thrust of his hips to do as Sebastian requested of him. He had all but forgotten about that object Sebastian had been determined to show him off, that brush of his lovers fingers behind him so readily capturing his attention then, that single, sharp intake of breath inhaled in surprise before the vampires intention so seemed all the clearer to him. Those wholly teasing fingers so hardly assisted the Fae in staying still, his already sensitive form reacting eagerly to that touch, that soft sound of pleasure stirred from within him before those breathless words so assured the vampire that he was surely never going to be still at all if he continued to allow his fingers to grace those sensitive places. Sebastian’s murmur that he desired just that readily seeing that simper touch the Fae’s own lips.

It was all-too easy then to allow his own form to learn only further forward and Sebastian’s lips to find his own in another stolen kiss. This time, however, Dorian so purposefully allowed his figure to brush against the length of the vampire in turn, affording the man that heated, sensual friction if only to remind him how wholly difficult it was to stay still that impish grin so adorning his own features at those breathless words he was rewarded with- before he slowly moved to still himself at last with that promise to remain as such. There was nothing, surely, that might have truly prepared the Monarch for that object in its entirety, his gaze widening in those moments of its introduction, that soft gasp stolen from his lips. He had hardly been prepared for the intensity of that sensation, Dorian taken aback by it, the Fae momentarily unsure of just how to move as Sebastian’s hips shifted near encouragingly against him. It took but several more seconds before his own hips rolled near experimentally, that groan near instantly forced from him in the wake of that plethora of glorious sensation he was subject to. How good it felt! All of it! Sebastian so hardly affording him that time to dwell on that newness too long before that hand so guided him back down to seize his lips once more. That hungry kissed returned with ardour.

His pace so readily increased once more then, his hips rolling with a renewed vigour into his lover as his figure so continually brushed against the length of the man in that same urgent rhythm. His breath increased readily once more as his heart beat seemed to find that decidedly more erratic tempo, those words so forced from his lips upon those groans that only increased in frequency the nearer he came to that inevitable edge. Those decidedly Italian curse words fell readily from his lips, Dorian so finally finding that exquisite release within his companion in those final, firm rolls of his hips, the man entirely aware of Sebastian’s own body reaching that inevitable high in near the same moment and the way his figure arched slightly from that bed as the Fae so stole that final kiss from him. In that near immediate aftermath, Dorian was left unreservedly breathless, his heart hammering within his chest as he merely rested upon his lovers chest. How he relished even these sounds, this but one of the few times he was so ever afforded a view of the vampire in any state of exhaustion. His own figure was utterly spent, that sweat that tainted his form and too his thoroughly ruffled hair so surely only furthering that entirely scruffy look in that moment as Dorian so simply continued to breath. The man shifted only slightly as Sebastian moved at last to remove that gift and so lay it back upon the bed. Dorian carefully withdrawing from his lover in those moments with that final, soft groan before allowing himself to be swept up into Sebastian’s arms in that wholly loving embrace that so threatened to see his heart near burst with that simple love he so felt for the man. That gentle kiss upon his forehead saw that tired smile taint his features, those rarely spoken words only seeing that smile widen.

“I love you too.”

How simple those words and yet how much they meant! Dorian allowing his head to simply lay upon his Consorts chest then, the steady thrum of the vampire’s heart so clearly heard and felt in turn. That moment so utterly peaceful. Dorian finally content.

“I think, next time, you shall just have to come with me when I go away. I cannot stand to sleep alone again. It is terrible.”

He was, he had decided, an utterly selfish person and yet he simply did not care. Not in that moment when those desires for closeness where utterly overwhelming and so demanding off him. The Monarch feel silent again then, taking several more deep breaths in some effort to still his breathing as his silvery gaze lingered upon that blue of his companions own.

“I very much like that gift though. I am assured I should like to try everything on the box.”

One eye lifted distinctly upward, those words wholly teasing despite the manner in which the Monarch was entirely serious about those intentions to so work their way around that box it had come in that was so painted with but all those uses. The Monarch assured they could improve upon several of them. That manner in which Sebastian so often assured him he was relentless turning within his mind in that moment as he grinned once more, lips pressing with affection to Sebastian’s cheek, Dorian utterly unwilling to move from that place atop him and that simple bliss he had found here and now in his lovers embrace amongst those silken sheets. It was that simple chiming sound that so saw the Monarch’s head lift then, Dorian glancing towards Sebastian then before down towards the floor and those crumpled clothes as his features frowned slightly- a groan on his lips once more.

“I am not answering it.”

Whoever it was could surely call him back, Dorian unwilling to deal with but any political nonsense here and now as that phone finally fell silent, the pair afforded no more then ten seconds or so before Sebastian’s phone so begun to ring. The palace, it seemed, wholly assured that if they could not reach their King directly that they might surely achieve some communication through his consort. Any chance Sebastian might so have had to answer that phone however was near drowned up by Dorians own ringing once more, a distant sound from downstairs so assuring the man that whomever it was had also taken to calling Charles and Elizabeth in turn!

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!”

The Fae king shifted from his place just enough to allow his hand to reach down to the floor, his fingers searching through those discarded clothes for that golden phone only to hit that answer button, every other phone within the house so seeming to halt but the moment he had answered. He had hardly anticipated to hear that voice of his PA once more, Emma sounding decidedly frazzled as Dorian merely frowned. It was several more moments before the Fae so held that phone away from his ear, turning that call onto speaker in just the way Sebastian had shown him before resting that phone between them.

“Sebastian is here too now, Emma. Could you repeat what you told me please?”

There was a momentary pause then before that young woman’s decidedly distressed voice came through that phone. Good Evening your Lordship. As I was just telling his Majesty, the Horizon Newspaper in Porto Rico claims that it has compromising photographs of his Majesty taken there a few days ago in which His majesty is….absent of pants and they are threatening to release the photographs.

“I have never been to Porto Rico, Emma. It cannot possibly be of me.”

With all due respect your majesty it appears very much that it is you.

It was Dorians turn to frown once more, that almost quizzical look given to his lover then. Dorian assured he had but never once visited such a country let alone a few days ago! Dorian having been nowhere but with Sebastian for the past week and indeed, for those past two days with Emma herself.

“Might we see the photo Emma? Could you send it to Sebastian’s phone?”

That momentary sound but a second later so assured the man she had done just that, Dorian reaching then for Sebastian’s phone before passing it to the vampire, Dorian rolling over upon his back then to lie next to his lover and glance up at that screen. Surprise so suddenly touching his own features at that photograph that appeared on the screen, one that so pictured what, at first glance, truly did appear to be Dorian himself so wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and standing within a kitchen, the man fortunately turned away from that camera so only his behind could be seen. That second more in depth glance however readily saw that first hint of a grin touch his features, that grin readily spreading into an entirely glorious smile before that sweet, rich laughter so fell from his lips at the sight of Sebastian alone staring so intently at that picture.

“You may tell them to release the photograph if you like, Emma. It isn’t me. Though I quite think you may wish to phone the French Ambassador and inform him of it- though is suspect Matteo already knows they have these photos of him.”

Dorian Aragona