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    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
every breath, every hour has come to this101.176.136.166Posted On July 31, 2017 at 3:54 PM by Dorian Aragona

The Sun Also Rises

There was something so wholly and utterly perfect about those moments afterward when little save for those hammering hearts and heavy breaths existed. How utterly spent his body felt, how tired and yet how glorious such a feeling truly was. As if some part of himself had finally been sated after having been left wanting for two days. That simple need for closeness seemed to readily afflict them both, Sebastian drawing him into his arms but moments later as Dorian remained upon his chest, the vampire hardly seeming to mind the slickness of his own skin or the way in which his hair had become decidedly skewed by is Consorts hands in those moments of passion. That almost lazy, easy grin so found its way to his lips as Sebastian’s own brushed against his forehead, the utterance of those simple words seeing that look only brighten before the Monarch all too eagerly returned them. Those three simple words perhaps the truest words he had ever spoken, that very look they seemed to prompt upon his lovers features in turn assuring him they were entirely worth saying more often if only for that sweet look they seemed to prompt. It was almost curious to consider, really, just how much his life had been changed by his simple meeting with the man beneath him and that simple night they had spent together that was so designed to be nothing but fleeting and singular. Dorian so unable to imagine his existence without Sebastian now. His Boyfriend Consort so having become the singular most important being within his own existence and how truly he desired that such a thing might never change. Those very thoughts so prompting that assurance that Sebastian need simply accompany him next time, Dorian wholly content to be selfish in that request when those emotions from that coupling coursed so thickly within his veins. Sebastian so claiming he could live with that. A chuckle slipping from the Monarch then.

“You know, I am entirely assured I sleep better when I am away from home, when I am tired. I think most surely you could assist in making sure I am tired if you were to accompany me.”

Those words were nothing short of teasing in their entirety, Dorian allowing one finger to trace a pattern across Sebastian’s skin much as he had done that very first night they had ever enjoyed one another, such a habit one the Monarch so often seemed inclined to fall into. That finger so easily slid upward, catching at that fine chain from which his own Seal hung about his lover’s neck, Dorian merely allowing those small links to run across his fingertip in a gesture nearly playful. Ah, but how he enjoyed the sight of that coin against his Consorts skin! His finger so continued to toy almost absentmindedly with that chain as his silvery gaze flickered briefly back to that gift that rested upon the bed, the Monarch assured they need try but every one of those idea upon that box. Such a gift having proven utterly blissful. The vampire’s mention that more surely existed from where that one had come so prompted that look of curiosity upon his features once more, Dorian content to consider that store that so apparently sold all manner of things just to be enjoyed between those sheets. His head nodded in a ready agreement to this notion as he so struggled to level his breathing once more. How wholly unfair it was that Sebastian’s vampiric form recovered so much faster! Dorian assured he had made a truly decent effort all the same this evening in so reminding his lover of what it felt to be so gloriously tired.

“Yes, I should very much like to see this store you spoke off. Perhaps you might show it to me one evening? I am very curious of this. I have simply never heard of anything like it.”

How eager he was to embrace those modern ideas. Especially if they so proved to be as enjoyable as that current gift. He lent forward easily then, allowing his lips to press to his lovers cheek in that moment of simple affection that seemed to prompt that amusement from his companion. That rougher, prickly hair surely brushing against his Consorts own far smoother cheek. Perhaps he might so keep that stubble for but one more night, especially when it seemed Sebastian so found that look decidedly arousing. His head had no sooner laid itself upon his lovers chest then that phone was content to ring. That chiming seeming near oppressively loud and wholly obnoxious in the quiet peace of that room, Dorian so announcing his intention to ignore it entirely as Sebastian only drew him closer with the assertion such was a splendid idea, the vampire’s lips gracing his own cheek and so returning his thoughts largely to his lover. That ringing so fortunately ceased a few seconds later, the pair afforded a truly brief interlude before Sebastian’s own phone started followed near immediately by every other mobile within that house!

That exclamation so befall the Fae King’s lips as he shifted within his Consorts arms to reach down from the bed and into that pile of clothing to pluck his phone from it, the moment that call was answered seeming to prompt every other phone to fall silent, Dorian muttering almost irritably before affording that caller a far more pleasant greeting then he was sure they deserved. He had hardly anticipated to hear the voice of his PA, much less that clear distress that tainted her lyrics, Dorian frowning softly in the wake of her near frantic explanation. His figure shifted but once more, the man lifting that phone away from his ear only to turn on that speaker and place the phone upon the bed between Sebastian and himself so that his companion might hear what his PA had told him. Emma dutifully repeating the tale of that photographic scandal. Dorians gaze lifted to his lovers own on that moment, that confusion surely clear upon his features even as he moved to assure Emma that such photographs could hardly be of him if only for the very fact he had never been to Puerto Rico! Yet still, the idea that someone might possess images of himself, somehow, in any sort of compromising position was decidedly displeasing.

That request to send that photograph to Sebastian’s phone was adhered to a moment later, Dorian reaching to pass the vampire his mobile then before rolling onto his back to lay beside him, his own silver gaze glancing almost expectantly at that screen as that image flared to life. It took but several seconds for the Monarch to assure himself that this was not, indeed, an image of him- but rather another Fae whom he knew distinctly well. That image of Matteo’s butt right along with that utter look upon Sebastian’s features at the sight of it seeing the Monarch utterly unable to control that joyous laughter as it spilled from his lips to fill the room. Sebastian’s soft murmur that he had never seen Matteo look so undignified and that this might be all he ever saw when looking at the elder Fae from now on only further prompted those rich chuckles from Dorian himself. The King so at last attempting to find his words once more only to assure Emma that Puerto Rico could do anything it desired with those pictures. They were, after all, not of himself. Sebastian’s voice so managed to draw his gaze once more, the vampire inquiring as to whether Matteo was truly ready for such a scandal, Dorian wholly unable to believe that off all of them that it was Matteo whom had so slipped up and yet, perhaps, that French Fae so rarely looked into his own future when he was surely busy prying into others. The very notion of those headlines decidedly amusing!

“Emma? When the newspaper is published tomorrow, could you send Sebastian and I a copy of it please? We should like to read the headlines. I have no intention of missing this.”

Those final words were uttered to Sebastian alone, that bright grin still upon his features. Such a scandal after all, while potentially damaging to Frances public image and indeed Matteo’s own was hardly incriminating. Dorian near content to allow those images to find their way to the world unless Matteo himself could stop them.

“Do I hold any jurisdiction in Puerto Rico, Emma?”
No your Majesty, it has been an independent nation for many years now.
“So I cannot place a suppression order upon the photographs if they are not of myself?”
No Your Majesty, the French Government alone will need to act within the next several hours if the Lord Devereux wishes to contend their release.
“I suppose we ought to give him a sporting chance then, could you get in contact with him please and inform him of their existence? He cannot be cross with me for not telling him then.”

That grin was so readily flashed towards Sebastian, amusement clear upon his features all the same, the sounds of Emma working readily heard through his phone before the PA spoke once more. It seems likely that France may be able to prevent two of the three photos but the one I have shown you has already begun printing. I will try and get hold of the Lord Devereux in the next few minutes, though I have alerted France and they are already acting. It has also been made clear they are not photographs of you, Your Majesty.

“Thank you, Emma. Oh! Before you go, you said there was two other photographs?”

Dorian’s own silver gaze glanced but briefly at Sebastian once more, that entirely impish grin touching his features in a truly rare moment of devilishness, that ready grin still upon his lips.

“Could you send them to us? Thank you, Emma. Goodnight.”

His own phone had been no sooner hung up then that chiming of a message echoed within the room, Dorian reaching for his phone once more before holding it up for Sebastian and himself to see, the man opening both of those photographs then. The world at large might surely never see those final two photographs and yet such hardly meant that Dorian might not capture but a momentary glance. That first picture so depicted the Frenchman in some stage of undressing, most of his clothing still very much in place, the second photograph having clearly been taken while the man was asleep, those blankets, fortunately, covering anything unseemly. That original photo in which Matteo’s butt was so clearly displayed by far the most entertaining of the images, that smile still tugging at his lips all the same, his head tilting slightly to examine but one of those pictures. Those gentle words still laced with amusement offered to his lover then.

“I suppose we all have moments of being undignified, it is merely unfortunate Matteo was so captured in one of his. I shall assure these two, in the least, are destroyed- but it seems I can do little about the other one. Perhaps he shall be a little more careful next time, although somehow I doubt it. What on earth do you think his arm is doing in that one though, against the wall? He is clearly asleep and yet his arm is positively up in the air! What a perfectly obscure thing to do.”

His own head shook lightly. Dorian assured the Frenchman would be distinctly unimpressed to know both Sebastian and himself had seen those pictures and yet, Dorian wholly suspected the world itself was about to see his butt all the same. Ah, but what joy Alexander might take out of that! Dorian moving to delete those images from his phone but a moment later before resting it upon the nightstand. His form shifted but a final time then, moving to push back those blankets if only to snuggle himself beneath them and wait for Sebastian to do the same. Dorian wholly content to press himself against his lover once more and settle within his arms in that warm embrace. This was just how he liked to sleep. Just like this.

“Bastian? I don’t sleep with one arm in the air, do I?”

Dorian Aragona