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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!

    What's You'll Find Here

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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

    9 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 Andreev
cause a light came on when I heard that song50.125.73.18Posted On December 20, 2017 at 12:09 AM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

you were the answer to my dreams


Once upon a time, Sebastian had considered it borderline impossible to find a relationship such as this one with the fae Monarch. The moment he became aware of the Italian's status had irrevocably closed that door on their relationship lasting, or so he had once thought. Once upon a time, he had found a sort of acceptance with the plausibility of simply being nothing more than an illicit, clandestine sort of paramour for the man, a status that he had so particularly stove for. And now? Now things had changed far beyond any expectation he'd ever had. It was almost amusing now, to suggest that Dorian was marrying him just for those skills he held beneath the bed sheets, when surely that marriage was hardly necessary to ensure that was Dorian's alone. Even so, the King's rather unexpected efforts to reassure him that there was far more than that overwhelming lust to their relationship was appreciated, prompting a sort of soft simper to the Englishman's features. "How very fortunate." He uttered softly, shifting ever just so in a certainly teasing fashion with the Monarch's own relentless desire pressed so firmly against his own wants.

It was almost nice, all the same, to hail back to those next times that he had almost forgotten in the near two years that had passed. After all, now every evening was one of those very 'next times' that he had once so desperately craved for. Dorian's insistence that his existence was merely to remember those evenings filled with promises that Sebastian himself had forgotten, however, were met with the quick assurance that he certainly kept the King for far more reasons than just that. He remained silent in the wake of his lover's retort, his own navy eyes followed the King as he shifted away from that window sill, his body moving in a circle only to stand behind the vampire. That gentle contact of Dorian's head against his shoulder drew a small simper to his lips, even as he was presented with those very options for what their evening might hold. That press of Dorian's lips against his skin had a fashion of quickly de-railing any thoughts of leaving that bedroom, not that he had held any particular interest in doing so in the first place. He could hardly help that soft groan upon his lips, even as he made that final decision to partake in all that he was afforded for that birthday.

That softly uttered amendment to that order was hardly ignored, the vampire all too eager to enjoy ever part in his lover's body nestled against his own. It was that soft, fleeting touch that so prompted that moan to leave his lips. Sebastian all but yearned for that touch, just too as he could near feel Dorian's need for that same dutiful attention. He hardly anticipated the way his fiancé's hand only continued that path, over his thigh and backwards to that very place that so often went unexplored by that simple touch. His breath caught within his throat, that firm teasing only further coaxing another groan from his lips as his body pressed backwards and further into his lover's fingers. That touch of Dorian's lips against that all too sensitive skin certainly assisted in providing enough of that foreplay for that very coupling they both clearly desired. Those softly uttered words against his jawline produced but the smallest whine from the man - how he almost abhorred the thought of dinner now that Dorian had prompted within him such need and yet, the mention of dessert and chocolate had prompted a different sort of thought within the man. His head leaned back against his lover's shoulder, his words entirely breathless as he offered the Monarch that very choice of that which Dorian so often tended to tempt him with -- the choice of an idea.

The sound that left the Italian's lips prompted a bemused glimpse upon his features, those Italian words took far longer than they often did for his brain to comprehend, particularly when Dorian's fingers were still pressing against him so. "Mmm, I think you might enjoy this idea...if you can last long enough…." His voice trailed off, the vampire fully willing to so tease his lover with his very words, especially if the sheer mention of any sort of idea was capable of provoking such arousal within the man. That brush of Dorian's fingers against him in the wake of that suggestion caused his gaze to flutter close ever so slightly, that groan reverberated within his throat. That further foreplay such an idea might offer them was hardly necessary in the least, truly, his own body was certainly more then ready to be taken by the Monarch and to indeed take him in turn. Perhaps, if he played his cards right, Dorian might allow him that intimacy more than once tonight. It was that very thought that so lingered upon his mind as the fae King's hand slowly slipped away. That nibble of Dorian's teeth against his skin caused a sharp intake of his breath before the King's head fell back to his shoulder. That request to not take long, however, was met with a firm nod, the vampire wholly agreeing with such a sentiment when he himself so desperately yearned already to pick up where the King had so left off.

It was with a soft sigh of regret that he moved away from the King, reaching out towards that navy blue silk bathrobe that hung upon the bathroom door. "I promise, I expect you to be on that bed waiting for me by the time I return." He uttered with a hint of that altogether rare demand, that near mischievous glint to his eyes. It was with those singular words, and that bathrobe securely tied around his waist that the vampire left the room. That smell of chocolate was altogether poignant as he moved towards the kitchen, following that scent. It was altogether delectable, even if Elizabeth assured him that her desert was hardly fully baked yet (only after greeting him with a chorus of Happy Birthday). He hardly minded, however, the vampire instead saw fit to raid that fridge for those desired objects. It was several minutes later, and after enlisting the assistance of Elizabeth herself, that Sebastian made his way back towards that bedroom with a tray in hand.

Sebastian returned to that bedroom but moments later, entirely pleased to see his lover exactly where he had requested him to be. He placed that tray upon the bed beside the King upon which sat a bowl of freshly cut strawberries and a secondary one of still hot to the touch melted chocolate. It was with a small tug that the belt on that robe came undone, the satiny material fell from his shoulders and to the ground as Sebastian moved to join the Monarch upon that bed. He reached for a singular strawberry, dipping it that warm chocolate. "Would you like one?" The Englishman inquired, moving that covered fruit from over those bowls to offer to the King. Every action in that singular moment was near purposeful, just too was that drip of chocolate from his fingers onto his lover's thigh. "Oops." He muttered softly with a small grin upon his features, that singular look upon his face surely giving away that farce. Though the idea itself was hardly novel in any sense, one Dorian had certainly employed before with his own blood, the sensation of that warm chocolate was one he was sure they were both capable of enjoying, especially as the vampire leaned down to run his tongue along that bare flesh in an effort to clean that line of chocolate from Dorian's skin.

Sebastian Ellington



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