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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

    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
and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars 166.137.118.90Posted On December 29, 2017 at 9:22 AM by vhalla solarn

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared


“My offer still stands, be my sparring partner. It could be fun,” she drawls lazily, watching the way he takes several more swigs from the bottle, her turn to follow suit before casually lifting her legs and setting them on his lap. She was far too comfortable around him at this given moment, never had Vhalla allowed herself to get drunk with someone she hardly knew. Though, there was no denying that she found the man attractive and he matched her fire with some of his own. They would make an undeniably destructive pair but that was all Vhalla knew. She hardly knew how to love, nor to show compassion, loyalty was perhaps the only thing that reigned supreme in her wild emotions. Such thoughts; why they seemed to filter through her mind now. With great difficulty, she shoves them away, hardly wanting to dwell on those thoughts for long. Right now, she merely wanted to get drunk and spend time with another being rather than being alone. So, Vhalla casually crosses her legs over each other, blue eyes darting up to Lazarus’s face with a wry grin.

She’s entirely aware by the way Laz’s eyes drop to travel her pale skin, her legs shifting slightly under his gaze as she watches him closely. No, she hardly minded the attention at all. It was a nice change to be viewed as a woman rather than an object that simply belonged to such a creature like Ivan. She doesn’t comment on it, though she’s content to watch him, taking drink after drink out of that glass bottle. As she invites him to raid her drawers, she merely shrugs at him, laughter threatening to bubble from her lips, “Oh please, you wouldn’t know what to do if you caught me in lingerie. Plus,” she pauses, sniffing, “These are practical. Who wants to fight in lace undergarments?” She asks, waving off his comment with her hand. “Though, I’m fairly certain you would like it if I sparred in nothing but my underwear next time,” she laughs, raising her brows suggestively. And she was drunk enough to do just that right now, she wouldn’t even mind the cold in the warehouse.

When he suddenly states that he’s aware she isn’t wearing a bra, she easily calls him out on it, only to have Lazarus challenge her. Brows raising with amusement, “Well, at least you can appreciate a woman’s assets,” she shrugs before taking another drink of that whiskey, that warmth fully spread to her fingers and toes, and this time, it wasn’t just from the alcohol. His growl sent a shiver down her spine and the woman can’t help but picture his lips pressed against her, growling into her mouth. To hide the fact that her mind had taken a turn to much... dirtier thoughts, she takes another drink, blue eyes watching Laz. As she rattled off her next set of words, her delicate brows arch in surprise at his response, a roguish smile dancing along her plump lips, “Happy to see you’re being honest with yourself for a change,” she teases him darkly, snatching away his bottle only to leaned forward and fall into his lap, laughing. “Well, when it’s your choice to kiss someone, you tend to like it much more rather than it being forced on you,” she shrugs casually, practically admitting that Ivan’s advances were unwanted.

She watches him finish her bottle, reaching for another and taking a swig. It was clear the man could out drink her, yet she hardly cared at this point. She felt wonderfully warm and content, the thought of Ivan a distant memory, even mentioning him briefly couldn’t chase away her happy feelings. Leaning forward, she pulls that necklace out, running her fingers across the smooth bone, blue eyes traveling to his face once more as she admits she likes his butt. Laughter rolls off her tongue, their breath mingling as she merely shrugs at him, refusing to deny her statement. And then she’s demanding again, the change in Lazarus almost immediate as he takes on an even more predatory look, that look heating her core as she regards him openly, waiting to see just what he would do. Yet, she wanted to play, make him work for it, merely because she wanted to give him the option to simply leave.

So, she pulls that necklace off his neck and dances away, that grin so adorning her lips as she lets the tooth dangle from her fingers, hand planted on her hip as she listens to his deep voice slither down her spine. “I like this playful, Lazarus,” she coos at him, taunting him with his necklace. Vhalla watches him intently, the way he casually moves towards her, and she’s ready to take several steps away. Yet, he anticipates the way she moves and his arm snakes around her hips easily, though she practically lets him as he pulls her close, her body flush against him. Transferring the necklace to her other hand, she quickly hides her hand behind her back, an amused grin dancing on her lips, “Hah,” she laughs, as if he wouldn’t be able to reach it. It’s only then that she realize that his arm has completely circled her waist, his touch heating her core even more.

Tilting her head back, she watches Lazarus, her eyes darting down to his lips briefly before flicking back to his eyes. Brows raised in a suggestive manner, “You have more self control than I give you credit for,” she states, bringing a hand up to cup the side of his neck, calloused fingers plying with his curls absentmindedly. “I don’t though,” she says suddenly before pulling him closer, except instead of planting a kiss on his lips, she maneuvers herself onto the tops of her toes and trails a line of kisses along the stubble of his jaw, only to press herself harder into him and continuing her torturous kisses along his neck, only to bite him. Though, it was hardly hard enough to break the skin, it was still hard enough to leave a mark. Pulling back slightly, her eyes are hooded, any amusement she had felt earlier was entirely gone as her blue eyes inspect him. Quickly, she moves out of his grasp, only to take a few steps backwards, her back pressed against the wall as she lazily dangles his necklace in front of him once more. “Didn’t I tell you, you had to get this first?”

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered



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