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What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

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.

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes 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 the neighborhood as a whole.

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn 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 with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

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Posted on December 24, 2017 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON
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you were the answer to my dreams


He could still taste that blood and chocolate upon his lips, that feeding hardly as pristine as it normally was, with that chocolate so coating his lover's wrist. Sebastian reached up, gingerly brushing away the excess from the corner of his lips only to place his thumb in his mouth to lick off that small bit of chocolate that still remained. That combination was damn nearly heavenly, compared only, perhaps, by that chocolate pudding Dorian had crafted for him within that Italian palace. He suspected his lover had no true notion of just how much he damn near adored that taste, his tongue equally as content to lick off any remains of those flavors from those ivory canines. Although Sebastian found himself almost remiss to have that coupling end so soon, he could hardly deny that utter satisfaction he had gained from that altogether glorious release. His own breath was still wavering, his chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm, his own heartbeat almost erratic with that new found life and exertion. He was hardly bothered by that sheen of sweat that coated both of their frames, rather, it was that simple closeness he so found he desired after all they had just done.

His fingers intertwined with Dorian's own, those bright blue eyes settled upon the man with a warm simper upon his lips. He could hardly argue that pair had certainly gotten....proficient in their couplings of late. Although there was always room for further exploration, both had learned well of those very things that might coax a near instant reaction from one another. Tonight, after all, had hardly taken much effort at all for the pair to find that pleasurable pinnacle, that foreplay altogether intense enough as it was. His own thoughts drifted to those very possibilities he might offer the fae King next time when those desires were not nearly as rampant and demanding as they had been. It was, however, that singular word so rarely uttered between the two that so immediately pulled his attention from such sensuous thoughts. Sebastian hardly hesitated to assure the Monarch of his own affections for him, his fingers reaching out to gingerly brush against his fiance's cheek in a small show of that adoration.

It wasn't often that Sebastian vocalized those very emotions he felt for his fiance, that very inquiry of marriage not even blossoming on his lips. Rather, it was in those gestures and actions and gifts that vampire made an effort to show the Monarch near daily how he felt, and those that too assured him in turn of Dorian's own feelings. He leaned forward ever so slightly, his lips brushing but sweetly against Dorian's own as if to reinforce those very words he had just moments ago uttered. That kiss was wholly fleeting, the vampire hardly stopping his lover in the man's efforts to pull away. Rather, it was his cheek that nestled into the King's hand as Dorian reached out to move those stray locks from his face. Sebastian was wholly content to allow that comfortable silence to persist, the vampire simply had found a hint of blissful tranquility in that moment, one that Dorian's presence alone was capable of providing him in the near two hundred years of his life. His bright blue eyes shifted almost absent-mindedly towards his own hand, the vampire entirely content to simply watch as Dorian's fingers toyed with that wedding ring upon his own hand. He listened in silence to the sound of that faux race, his lover's heartbeat altogether apparent in that moment, so too was that breathlessness that saw the man's chest rise and fall far more rapidly than his own.

It was but Dorian's voice alone that drew the vampire from that silent contentment, his own head bobbed ever so slightly. "I'll text him...." He commented, knowing all too well that Charles would see to such arrangements without requiring any further movement on their parts. He reached towards that cellphone on the nearby nightstand, his fingers moving easily across that screen whilst Dorian busied himself with those treats. It was the touch of that strawberry against his lips that caused his gaze to flick away from that screen, his mouth parting for that treat, even if it paled in comparison to all that he had indulged in but moments ago. Still, that taste of chocolate mixed with that fresh fruit was delicious in its own right. It was only after pressing that 'send' button that Sebastian placed that phone beside him. His blue eyes shifted towards his lover at that sound of appreciation, that simple noise prompted a grin upon his lips. "Good, eh?" Sebastian commented, reaching for another strawberry for himself. The Englishman hardly anticipated that request for assistance that fell from his lover's lip, prompting, in turn, a glimpse of curiosity upon his own. He watched as Dorian plucked that tablet from his own bedside table, only to navigate towards that music app.

Admittedly, the music to be played at their wedding was, perhaps, the last matter of such an engagement upon his mind. When there were so many other decisions to make, that one had somehow slipped his thoughts entirely. A small glimpse of consideration crossed his features, his mind already filled with those classical pieces that might do for his own age and time and yet, were hardly the stars of such modern venues. Such thought, however, was interrupted by the notes that suddenly filled the room, those very sounds so easily identifiable for the vampire. The works of his mentor were known perhaps as well as those few songs Sebastian himself had written. The vampire nodded at that inquiry, unable to help that soft chuckle upon his lips at the memory of attempting to teach Dorian how to properly waltz. "I do remember this one....I think it would be very fitting." He shifted ever so slightly to get a better view of that list Emma had picked for them and yet, he found himself almost skeptical of what sort of choices the woman might have made. "Just as long as I don't have to hear Pachelbel's Canon in D when we walk down the aisle. I might die if we're that mundane." The vampire complained, his own nose wrinkling ever so slightly at the sheer mention of those overplayed notes. Any musician who played for weddings hated that song. Frankly, he was certain whomever they did coax to play for such an event might love them if they simply omitted that song altogether. Still, it was that very thought that prompted his eyebrows to furrow. "Who are we going to have play, anyway?"

Sebastian Ellington

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