Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.
What You'll Find Here
The VooDoo Room
The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.
The VooDoo Room
Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.
Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.
It was a terribly pleasant sort of evening. The very sort of evening that inclined one to dawdle- at least a little- Dorian so wandering along that path and through those manicured gardens with no real cause to hurry. Sebastian was out to see to his hunting, Charles and Elizabeth had taken Maxwell for his walk and with no one sure to be at home for at least an hour or so Dorian had persuaded his security team to allow him to walk home from that dinner with several local politicians so determined to have him support one cause or another. Despite that chill within the air the Monarch found himself decidedly warm, even at this late hour the gardens were busy with people and yet those jackets and scarves and hats made him difficult enough to recognise that most people simply did not. The Monarch afforded that anonymity he had all but craved in the wake of that wedding that was but weeks away. The world seeming so utterly fascinated by Sebastian and himself it was as if publication in the country suddenly seemed to have a photograph of them.
His hand reached easily into his pocket, plucking that phone from within, Sebastian's text so assuring him he would be home within that hour prompting that simper to his lips as his own fingers typed that response before returning the phone to his pocket and continuing down the path and toward that ice rink. Dorian turning to assure himself his security team still maintained that respectable distance he demanded off them before the Fae King paused at the side of that rink to watch those skaters. How lovely they looked! At least those ones whom so performed the sport well. The majority of those beings ranging from average to utterly hopeless as they skidded and stumbled about much akin to his own first efforts. Dorian so having required his fiance to hold his hand near that entire time. Sebastian possessing a near effortless grace by comparison.
His gaze continued to linger for several moments upon those skaters, a handful of children clinging to the wall nearby, that simper of amusement finding him as he watched them before turning quietly away from that rink. Dorian content to make his way back to that path and toward the gate of the park, the man getting no further than those nearby trees before he found himself simply....stopped. As if held by some invisible force, that clearly curiosity touching him then. The sudden sight of that little vampire he knew all too well stepping around from behind him near making his heart lurch within his chest. That affinity for invisibility readily reached for, Dorian so about to pull himself from her hold and flee when she promptly released him- only to grasp his hand and tug him with that vampiric strength back towards that rink with that assurance she 'wanted to skate'. The very last time he had spent any time with the woman had been a near disaster. She had near destroyed their home, Sebastian's favoured teapot had been broken, she had so threatened to kill Dorian himself and Sebastian had been distressed all evening. The pair so eventually having been forced to retire to bed and hide beneath those blankets like children in some effort to wipe that memory of Anna-Marie from their minds.
The sudden, rapid approach off his own security team saw his free hand lift to stop them. Attacking the girl would only result in the sort of spectacle he hardly needed here and now. Her death would bring no one any true pleasure even if, perhaps, a very small part of him so considered allowing it to happen before he cast such a thought aside in shame to have even thought it. He disliked her, rather intently and yet Sebastian was....connected to her in an obscure fashion. No part of the Monarch capable of bringing his lover but even an ounce off displeasure and yet too- he took some measure of comfort in that security lingering close all the same- even as he waved them away quite before Anna-Marie could notice them. Dorian allowing himself to be dragged to that ice rink. That anxiety still fluttering within his chest. He knew how fickle her moods could be. She might enjoy him now but what was to say she would find him equally good company in a half an hour? What was to stop her hurling him into a tree? The Monarch so assured to keep his voice decidedly calm then and his demeanor equally pleasant.
"Darling, while it is a pleasure to see you again I fear I am not a very good skater. Do you....know how to skate?"
If she did not then they were surely doomed to fail from the start, the both of them likely to be stumbling and falling about the place as he had done in England. Perhaps, if the girl could skate, even a little, he might so be able to merely put her on that ice and merely...watch her while he so texted Sebastian to come and fetch him. His gaze lifted away from the girl now to spy that small rental stand that so provided those skates. Dorian gesturing to it then.
"I think you quite need skates before you can skate. Shall i fetch them for you? Perhaps you can skate and I can...watch?"
Heavens but he hoped that would appease her.
Ashes to Ashes - By Anna-Marie Belrose on February 11, 2018 at 2:13 PM