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!
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 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.
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 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.
(dear friend it will be alright, please just stay by my side)
(you might think the world is tumbling down, but it's not)
The snowy haired girl with eyes of violet that stand so stark against her pale face looks up at Nadya. She is hardly concerned that she is traveling with the woman, Nadya was her dance teacher after all and she looked after all the children at the dance studio, not just Maeve. The violet eyed girl and enjoyed the ballet class. The turning, the leaping, the way she could simply give herself over to a dance and simply move, trusting her body enough that she knew it would do what she has carefully trained it to do. The pale golden haired child could close those eyes of purple and still know her body was doing the movements, slender appendages exactly where they should be, skimming through the air. She was as light as a feather, like a butterfly in a meadow, or a sparrow in the sky.
After class, Maeve went to girl's restroom, texted her caretaker she would be with Nadya, and changed into her street clothes. She had learned from her first dance instructor that there were no street clothes in the studio and no dance clothes in the street. She had carried this lesson over to every dance studio she attended. She wears a ruffle maroon top, jean shorts, and slides her feet into a pair of white Adidas. Her new roommate had given Maeve her old clothes as she was both a year older than Maeve, and also, due to her fae blood, Maeve seemed to grow at a slower pace than all her human classmates. But, on the bright side, that meant more clothes for her. Often, due to many of her classmates' wealth, this meant fancy designer clothes. Sure, they were sometimes a season behind, but the snowy haired girl hardly minded.
As she comes out of the dressing room, her pale hands wring nervously as she approaches Nadya. Maeve has met very few fae, and she felt it important she made a good first impression. So as Nadya speaks to her about the ancient fae, she feels her heart beat a little faster. "Do you think he will like me?" She asks. Like Matteo, what another fae thought about her, what his opinion of her was, became very important to Maeve. The desire to fit into her species was plausible and she hated to think what would happen if she were cast out from her own kind.
"Umm," she stutters in response to Nadya's question, the nerves were overshadowing any other feeling or emotion she may have. Suddenly she feels her stomach growl. "Yes, I think I am," she says with a smile sent in Nadya's direction with a lift of her head. They head off to the cafe, to enjoy a snack, Maeve chats away about dancing, asking if she thinks, with practice, if she could be as good at hip hop as she was at ballet and lyrical.
After Nadya received a text, Maeve takes that last bite of her treat, and a last sip of her juice before following her dance teacher out to the car. She sits in the back seat, trying to distract herself from who she was about to meet. It is then she peers out the windows and notices the size of the house. "Whoa," she says, mouth gaping in awe. "These houses are so big. He lives here?" She asks. For a foster child, these houses, they were incredible. "They are almost as big as my school," she says, and her Arts school was meant for multiple children, with classrooms, dance studios, a stage, music rooms, art rooms. Not for just a few people to live.
She slides out of the car when Nadya opens the door, feet beginning to move towards the large house's front door, looking elsewhere only when the panther girl rests a hand upon her shoulder. "So, not the ones Frost was talking about?" She questions, violet eyes quickly darting to the front door and then to the car as if she were considering leaving, but it isa fleeting feeling. Maeve trusts Nadya. "He is a very strange man, but he is kind of funny," she says then, clearly referring to the man she had met earlier that day.
She moves closer to Nadya then as the doorbell is rung, her hand reaches over to Nadya's and and she gives just one squeeze, as if she just needed that silent support from her dance teacher. The door opens and Maeve releases Nadya's hand as she stares up with violet, satellite dish eyes at the man who answers the door before following the dark haired woman inside.