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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
you were my voice when i couldn't speak60.227.72.125Posted On August 28, 2017 at 3:59 PM by Dorian Aragona

Sebastian’s suggestion that a fountain somewhere close to their bedroom, so that they might hear that water, so had a fashion of bringing a grin to his lips once more. The idea of it appealing readily to him. How pleasant it might be to hear those simple sounds and too, how nice that evening breeze might be in the summer if they so left a window open, even just a little, to hear those sounds before they fell asleep or even just after they had woken. There was a ready peacefulness to the idea. A certain relaxation of sorts. Dorian so further considering that fountain then only to declare that perhaps they could find a water feature of sorts that so contained a deer. Such an animal, after all, readily seemed to feature in some fashion across all of Sebastian’s estates. Dorian’s gaze lifted once more to his lover then if only to see how he might take the idea, that ready chuckle upon the vampires lips only furthering his own grin before he readily agreed to that idea- so providing they could find one that suitably featured those creatures. How difficult could it truly be to find a deer-based fountain? Dorian so considering the logistics of it in that moment before his shoulders offered an almost gentle shrug of sorts.

“I quite suppose I could design one if we cannot find one we like. Then we need only have someone build it. I’ve not drawn deer in a while but I’m assured I might manage it.”

The very notion of so engaging his artistic ideas in such a fashion was near as appealing to the man as the fountain itself. Dorian considering then that photograph of the fighting stags he had taken earlier from within the depths of Tatton’s garden. Surely that would make but an excellent point of reference of sorts? That near impish grin so found his features all the same as his gaze returned to Sebastian once more with that promise that his lover could surely name that deer if need be. Dorian content to tease at the mans need to properly title those inanimate objects he favoured the most and so often seemed to project some level of emotion onto in a manner. Dorian having come to find that quirk terribly endearing all the same. That suggestion that now he was merely teasing him brought that chuckle far too easily to his lips, the Monarch so hardly surprised Sebastian had caught on to that playful ruse and yet he wholly suspected the vampire would name that deer all the same.

“Perhaps. Although you know you won’t be able to help yourself, Mon Cher.”

Those wholly teasing words were offered between his own chuckles once more as his hand brushed again across the surface of that little pool, that cool water entirely satisfying to him. His gaze lifted away from that garden then, if only briefly, Dorian content to watch the last of those people head down that long drive and towards the distant gates of the estate. The volunteers, in turn, beginning to clean and tidy and pack away as that last rays of the sun painted that sky a myriad of colour as it sunk below the horizon. How simply perfect this moment was. That singular realisation perhaps prompting those gentle words to his lips. Dorian content to share those very memories that water seemed to evoke within him. After all, water had played a part, no matter how small or insignificant, in nearly each of those near treasured moments Dorian was so often given to think on if only for the simple delight they brought him. Each of those memories so containing at least one significant moment within their relationship from that first ‘I love you’ to that shift in their physical relationship and that very night they had so decided to live with one another. The mere thought of them now stirring a warm simper to his lips, Dorian wholly assured Sebastian too remembered just those evenings and why they might hold such significance in turn. The Monarch willing to admit that he had surely been to blame for rather a bit of mess in at least two of those moments. Sebastian’s office and too, the vampires hair having been rather more painted then he had truly intended. His own apartment having been flooded and too- his bedroom positively covered in fan mail by the end of that night.

His own form shifted upon that bench, making room for Sebastian to sit beside him as those fingers tilted his chin upward. Dorian eagerly embracing that kiss, fleeting and tender though it was, before Sebastian’s forehead brushed against his own in that simple, sweet moment of affection. The Monarch near assured his heart had surely betrayed him once more with that simple adoration and love for his boyfriend that near seemed to swell in his chest in that moment. That soft assurance that Sebastian might have him no other way so readily prompted that second, equally tender kiss. Dorian shifting at last to lay himself across that bench with his head resting in Sebastian’s lap as he so often did. His gaze lingered briefly on that darkening sky once more, the Monarch wholly oblivious to the nerves that tugged at his lover in those moments, Dorian instead content to inquire after the Queen and whether or not she might see fit to attend that show herself. After all, she had been near insistent in her invitation to join her for tea and those diplomatic talks. If she was to be present here within the next few days then surely they need hold some answer for her. Dorian almost relieved at the idea that this was not the flower show she attended and yet, in near the same moment he so found his features scowling but a little. After all, surely Sebastian’s show was equally as worthy of her attention, was it not? The Monarch near momentarily caught off guard by that touch of emotion at even the suggestion Her Majesty might prefer a different flower display then that one his boyfriend so orchestrated. Perhaps he might mention that very thing to her.

Sebastian’s suggestion a mere moment later that they could surely stop at Her Majesties residence to accept that invitation if need be was met with a ready smile, that near soft chuckle slipping from his lips then. Dorian near assured that his lover was but almost delightfully oblivious on some occasions as his own head softly shook, his gaze once more meeting that utterly striking blue of his Consorts own.

“Truthfully I am in no hurry to accept her invitation, though I am not at all opposed to seeing her. I think, this time, I should merely like to enjoy our holiday. Although, Bastian, you do realise, do you not? That it is not truly my invitation to accept? That it is you she wishes to see? She invited me because it is diplomatic to do so, because she must be seen to do as such and yet she requested your presence specifically. I suspect she has very little interest in me at all. You are English though, your family has been involved with hers and now you are important to Italy in turn.”

How his lover might so underestimate his own importance at times! Dorian wholly assured Her Majesty held a very great interest in speaking with Sebastian. A member of that English court whom now stood within Italy’s own. The Monarch wholly assured that England and its Queen would be rather delighted to find an Englishman within Italy’s royal family in turn, that warm smile resting still upon his lips at the idea Her Majesty, more likely than not, entirely intended to congratulate Sebastian in some sense. It was that very idea of Royalty however that so saw his thoughts drift towards the press that seemed to follow in their wake and too- the sheer amount of photographs of them that had been taken here today by the public alone. It would take mere minutes for the paparazzi to know of their location, tomorrow’s show sure to be rather more crowded then today. That groan that echoed within his lover’s throat perhaps representing the Monarch’s own thoughts upon the press in turn. How bothersome they could be! The vampires head so leaning back at the idea of having to deal with them, or in the very least, so have those gates employed to keep the majority out.

“If they become far too terrible I shall simply make us invisible.”

That simper tugged softly at his lips at just that suggestion. The Fae King entirely sure he was capable of just that. His powers of invisibility perhaps his most easily employed and practised affinity. As long as Sebastian was touching him in some fashion there was no reason they could not remain invisible for the entirety of the day or night if it suited them. It was that gentle silence that followed that seemed to prompt the Monarch to notice just how dark it had truly become, that night air far cooler then the day had been. Dorian inquiring readily after Sebastian’s own temperature. The man unwilling to have his lover cold as he eyed that distant house and how difficult it might be to navigate those gardens in the dark. Sebastian assuring him he was hardly ready to go back just yet, Dorian preparing to settle himself within his lovers lap once more before that sudden announcement those lights were surely about to come on….now. That sudden flare of those lights readily saw the Fae sit up from his previously lounging position. How on earth Sebastian had known just when they might do as such he hardly knew and yet how glorious those lights were! He rose easily from that bench then, Dorian unable to prevent himself from reaching for a singular one of those fairy lights within the hedging, that look of simple delight upon his features surely clear as his fingers traced it. His gaze drawn downward to that lit pathway.

“How…..does it do this?”

That simple, innocent wonder within his voice was surely clear. Dorian crouching but slightly then to run a single finger along those glowing pebbles. That pathway nothing short of exquisite, the Monarch daring to attempt to peer down it at his lovers assurance there was one more garden to see. That near delighted grin faltering but slightly at Sebastian’s request to return to his vampiric state. His lover so often content to enjoy that life until he fell asleep and that life so simply faded within the night and without Dorian’s own touch to refill it. He turned easily to his lover once more then, his features affording the vampire a near quizzical look then.

“Of course, if it is what you desire. Are you very sure? I have never taken it from you all at once though, it may feel unpleasant, I am not sure, we have never tried.”

He had only ever let that life fade slowly from his lover in sleep. To pull it from him might yet prove to be an unpleasant feeling. Would it feel as if he was dying all over again? Dorian almost unwilling to subject his lover to that. Perhaps he might simply feel nothing at all other than the absence of warmth? Yet still, Sebastian so seemed to desire it, Dorian unwilling to deny him that as he so gestured for the man to stand. It took but a moment to so close that gap between them, his lips pressing softly to Sebastian’s own now- the man wholly determined to add at least something pleasant to that moment. Dorian content to become that metaphorical vampire then and so gently drain that life from him and back into himself until there was but nothing left to tug at. That light around his lover faded into nothingness as he stepped back. Sebastian, in the least, still appearing to be quite alright. That gentle smile finding his lips again.

“I think you will find you are a true vampire again now, Mon Cher. Are you alright? You know, you have been acting very obscurely this entire day. Shall we see this other garden now? I know, I know, I am terrible at surprises I positively cannot help myself.”

His Royal Majesty

Dorian Aragona

The King of Italy


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