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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.
Sweet like candy, to my soul
Posted on January 15, 2015 by Elenore Dorian
 It is entirely, and immediately might I add, obvious that the man Davante had prepared me to intercept was uncomfortable being greeted by my presence instead of the warlock he might have been expecting. As his eyes roll in relation to my existence in the door way and whatever words I may have offered him, I find myself inwardly becoming indignant. What is he, that he can have such an opinion of someone he doesn't know? Becoming indignant hardly serves me, though, and rather than begin to embody the feeling I expel it with a deep breath, intended to center myself and neglect his impatience. The impatience in particular, though, suddenly reminds me of the very man he has come to see. It's evident that this is a similarity, their shared impatience, and the thought of how well my brother would tolerate the same situation sees a smile to my face. At this point, it seems as if his impatience has begun to wane upon my invitation into my brother's home which allows me to relax enough that I needed to bite my lip to contain the good-natured laugh that threatened to become audible at the admission that the man was late. For what? Wasn't this his destination, though? Curiosity to that idea aside, I paid no mind to his divulgence that he supposed he was, in fact, Azrael, and tried to ignore the way his aura immediately turned negative, and darker upon entrance. Though I had paused in what I had thought was a kind attempt to help dry the soggy man off, clearly Azrael hadn't understood what the attempt had been about. There was no voodoo involved in any kind of my magic, nor that of my brother's no matter how hard the idiot tried. Davante, while amusing, probably wouldn't have indulged into dark magic like that. While he could erect dead bodies, there was little else in the spirit world that the man was able to do. With that being said, I could understand why Azrael was skeptical â€" no... Why he was suspicious of what I may have tried to do, but a frustrated expression furrows my brows as worry seeps into my eyes, the emotion unintentional and unbidden. What did he expect I would do? I was nothing more than a good host, attempting to see that my brother's intended company had a better visit than he would have, had he sat around molding and pruning in his soggy clothes. Before I was able to admonish the man for his explicit displeasure, the flurry of his speed and the crash as a consequence remained an obstacle and before I was able to do anything in order to help the man, I was thrust into laughter. "Your grace is astonishing," I heard myself say as the light laughter dissipated. I could have reached a hand down to the man to help him get up from his entanglement, but the insults he had slung at me were bars that I didn't mind employing, and I didn't mind the way he glared at me as it was incredibly, entirely satisfying that he had managed to look so disheveled after the pretense he had embodied before. "Don't you think it polite to keep your opinions on magic to yourself? I'm more than happy to let you mold in your wet clothes; I only wanted to help dry you off." With an off handed shrug, I was ready to let go of his outburst and return to appreciating his predicament. It was true that the footstool was ugly, and it was also put in an incredibly inconvenient locale. Who would leave such a thing in the middle of the room? The answer to that question was obvious: either of my brothers. Both Davante and Finley were absent minded at the worst of times, though to be entirely honest it was more likely me than either of them. I had needed the stool to reach something, but the man had fled my light and heat without looking so, really, I was happy to let him take the blame than admit to leaving the stool there myself. Moments before I turned to head into the kitchen did my eyes catch the light glowing from Azrael's body. Now that was something... I paused, appreciating the power before applauding in an unconventional manner by way of a soft laugh. The stool lay in a pile of ashes that I didn't bother to clean up, instead busying myself with acquiring some form of lunch for both the man and myself. After bread has been fried in the pan to sautee it for sandwiches, I add both cheese and meat while soup heats on the second stove-top, allowing myself to glance at the man n the living room. He had shifted closer to the fire, but his radiance couldn't be denied. Though it seemed to ebb away, it was hard to look away from the glow that he embodied. Curiosity began to blossom somewhere deep in my chest that I couldn't deny, especially as it was something I surely may be able to do, right? Stacking the sandwiches, soup, and two teas on a tray, I brought them to the living room to be placed on the coffee table so that he may take whatever he liked without being too close to me as that was clearly something he wanted to avoid. "Order up." I am more than happy to allow silence to sip my tea, wanting to rid myself of the momentary chill that the door becoming ajar had allowed. When he seems to have settled, too, a wry smile threatens to brighten my face. "I do speak English, you know. There is no milk, or anything else for that matter, in your tea." My gaze leaves his frame in order to survey where the stool once existed, and where it was reduced to ash. Surely the stool deserved it for being so ugly, surely. I nodded as if appreciating that he wasn't going to apologize for it's decimation as I was happy to see the piece of furniture cease to exist. "Surely you needn't apologize for the stool. You were providing Davante a ... remodeling service, free of charge." He was sorry for yelling at me? I sighed, sinking into the cushions of the corner of the couch I had taken up residence upon to mull those words over while I took several slow sips of my tea, relishing the heat as it went down and began to warm me from the inside out. "I can appreciate your apology and understand why you don't like magic used openly completely... But, it would seem that my magic isn't all that different from yours..." |
Replies
- little girl, it just takes some time - By Alekai Evero on January 18, 2015 at 5:17 PM
- lost for you, I'm so lost - By Elenore Dorian on January 18, 2015 at 8:06 PM
- they argued my right to ascension - By Alekai Evero on January 28, 2015 at 4:43 PM
- sweet like candy to my soul, sweet you rock - By Elenore Dorian on February 03, 2015 at 7:09 PM
- cause i see the light surrounding you - By Alekai Evero on March 15, 2015 at 5:47 AM