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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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

if i could be with you tonight


Posted on January 01, 2015 by Alekai Evero
Residences
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Of all the reactions he had perhaps anticipated from the witch in regards to his sudden and highly inappropriate actions- a subtle, gentle return of the gesture had hardly been one the blonde had considered and yet for this single, delicate moment in time- one which may never well be repeated once he returns to the senses he has taken leave of, he is hardly given to care, relishing that momentary softness of her lips as her delicate, feminine frame melted against the harder planes of his own and he was all too willing to allow it. It was a strange reaction that occurred somewhere within him, a bizarre and tangled array of emotions that seemed to clamour upon each other all at once in a desperate bid to be felt and yet it would seem only two truly felt the desire to war against one another. One is noticeably hard to ignore, the instincts of any Hunter are sharp, responsible for the sudden reflexes that have kept him alive thus far, instincts painfully difficult to ignore and ones that rebel sharply against this gesture until they very near scream at him to either put distance between himself and what his instincts hiss is dangerous- or eliminate that threat. Such traitorous thoughts however seem held at bay, at least for now, by another entirely different emotion, one that had gone so long unfelt that the blonde man had very near forgotten of its existence else assumed long ago that it has ceased to hold any meaning any longer. An emotion he had truly believed had died with the last being for whom he had felt it for, this single, delicate...fondness of sorts seeming to press just as firmly against that part of himself that was determined to think otherwise, allowing him for the barest of moments to simply enjoy this fleeting kiss until the woman moved to lean away and he reluctantly allowed her to do so.

The softly spoken words she offers sees those amber golden eyes return to her own, snowflakes settling now amongst that wealth of white gold hair in the same manner in which they saw fit to nestle amongst her own midnight locks- the man seeming almost momentarily distracted by this as her words finally seemed to take hold within the haze his mind had been lulled into in the wake of that shared moment- a haze that was rapidly becoming clearer and the utter wrongness of his own actions seemed to settle heavily upon him. What on earth had possessed him to do such a thing he truly hardly knew and for a moment the man half found himself hoping the witch had been playing with her dolls once more. One hand moved to lift upward, fingers running through his hair, sending the snowflakes within it askew as he seemed to attempt to coax further understanding of his own actions back into the forefront of his mind. He should never have allowed himself to act upon such a weakness, should never have allowed himself to feel anything for her at all beyond the cold indifference he has forced upon himself for near on thirty years. She was not Evelyn, she never would be, her likeness to his companion merely the catalyst for that faint slither of fondness that seems to have nestled somewhere within him for the woman standing before him now and yet for all his determination to feel opposed to what had just occurred he finds himself wholly unable to regret it entirely as a sigh almost akin to defeat seems to part his lips, eyes narrowed slightly upon the girl as if she is to blame for this discomfort he feels within himself and yet.....he is unable to utter the words he should, prevented wholly by the very nature of his own inability to lie from telling the woman anything other than the truth.

"Yes."

The assurance with which that single word leaves his lips is surprising even to himself and yet standing upon her doorstep in clear view of the street is no longer an entirely safe endeavour- not for either of them. He was already shielding Davante from the council, his own single action tonight very near sealing such a fate upon the woman before him as well- with no one to blame for such things other then himself and his own weakness- emotions he had long ago been assured he was entirely in command of. One hand merely lifts to gesture for the woman to lead the way, the Hunter moving to follow, pausing only long enough to remove both his boots at the door- a habit, it would seem, one passed over from his human days before he moved to step inside her home. For a moment the blonde merely lingers within the doorway, a noticeable tautness to his frame, the knowledge that she is very much a witch seeming to have returned to the forefront of his mind, a wariness of sorts seeming to have settled upon him before his gaze once more finds itself drawn to the delicate slip of fabric the woman had adorned herself with, that thin, silken nightgown resting....distractingly upon her thighs in the same manner the lowered neckline seems to highlight her more feminine features. Women's evening wear, he thinks, has come rather a long way and he is not wholly object to it. The idea that he has allowed himself to be given to distraction once more however, is a displeasing one, a small frown crossing his features before moving to look hurriedly away- refusing at all to acknowledge an entirely different desire brought on by her outfit as he moves to follow the woman down the hall.

"You- shouldn't have let me do that. You should have hit me, shouted at me, done anything other then what you did."

They are unusually quiet words for a man often given to speak loudly and yet there is truly little chastisement within them, Azrael content to accept the blame for this incident entirely upon himself, the man halted briefly once more beside the kitchen, golden gaze lingering upon the cookies the woman seemed to have been crafting before his interruption- an activity so....normal that he is almost taken aback. For all his years hunting such creatures he truly knows little about them- had distanced himself from them on purpose, allowed himself to believe, perhaps, that she surely sat at home with a cauldron and a magic wand- if only because it made it easier. Sugar cookies were so entirely unthreatening that the man almost....almost felt the hint of a smile upon his lips.

"You bake?"

The surprise in his voice is surely difficult to miss, gaze moving to return to the woman herself, meeting the stormy grey of her own before that faintest hint of his ever present agitation seemed to flicker upon his features once more.

"You're supposed to tell me where to sit, this is your house. Unless you would rather I stood in your kitchen?"

Well- if she was going to invite him in, she might as well do it right, the man finding himself mildly annoyed that he was once more left to instruct the woman on how things should be done, a part of him half tempted to ask her if she would like a jacket to...cover herself with, the remaining half refusing to entertain that thought at all. One eye merely lifted, resting expectantly upon the woman now as his arms folded across his chest, the man leaning easily against the door frame of the kitchen, seeming to have managed to salvage at least a little or his more...charming personality that has so come to define him.




Alekai Azrael Evero
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