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!
What You'll Find Here
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.
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How promising a night it had so started out to be! Nestled within the warmth of his sheets and agianst Sebastian's chest the Fae King had been nothing short of content. He had been awake for several minutes and yet, this evening, Dorian was wholly content to snuggle closer to his lover and merely doze within that blissful place that existed somewhere between true sleep and idle wakefulness. At least until Sebastian's phone began to flash and vibrate agianst the bedside table. Surely it was far to early for anyone to bother them just yet? Their staff and advisors and assistants knew well that for that very first hour of the evening the couple so enjoyed to be left to wake up peacefully. The very suddenness of that message prompted Dorian's silver gaze to open if only for the notion that it might yet be some sort of emergency or urgent business. Sebastian's very insistence that such a message had come from Nadya Tetradore, of all people, had been nothing short of surprising. Dorian, until that moment, so hardly having been aware that his husband had known the woman at all. Dorian himself had barely seen her in years. The Monarch still assured he had not forgiven her for her reckless driving with Samantha and himself in the car all those years ago.
It was Sebastian's near reluctant admittance of just how he knew the woman however that had coaxed some measure of a frown to the Monarch's features. It was never a truly pleasing thing to so learn of ones husbands activities with another, especially the sister of his own adopted brother and yet- such things had occurred long before Sebastian and himself had met, let alone married and too- long before Dorian had known Matteo had adopted Aiden Tetradore into their family. Dorian quote assured it would be positively foolish to hold such things agianst his lover now. After all, he knew well of Sebastian's past nature and those numerous one-night stands. Dorian himself equally guilty of much the same within the confines of his palace over several centuries. The Fae King had been quick to assure his husband that he was hardly distressed by such knowledge, rather, what exactly Nadya wanted from them, after so many years, was the distinctly more curious question. The suddenness of her arrival had given them but just enough time to shower and dress before making their way to the formal living room. Sebastian, as he was so prone to do when he found himself in but any state of distress, had taken to those cups of tea with vigor. It was, Dorian was inclined to admit, so adorably English of him. The Fae King equally inclined to suspect that Sebastian's lack of any chance to feed so drove the vampire to seek the warmth of that tea in turn.
Dorian himself was perhaps the far more settled of the pair, at least after having phoned Aiden to assure himself his brother was entirely fine. His sibling having appeared equally as perturbed by having been roused from his own bed to take Dorian's call. The Monarch so settled himself within his own chair beside his husband then, Dorian content to peruse that Italian newspaper as they waited. He had taken quote an interest, of late, in newspapers. Particularly those of his own country and England in turn. Especially when those papers reported upon those more obscure events. Dorian wholly quick to turn over that page that pictured himself and Sebastian. The Monarch long since having become bored with reading whatever nonsense the papers had made up about them this time. It was his lovers soft sigh and worried words that drew his gaze upward once more, a soft simper finding his lips as he regarded the vampire, Sebastian lamenting for the third time that he wished he knew what this was about.
"Darling, I am sure that whatever it is, it will not be so terrible as you imagine it. There is no sense in worrying until we know what we should worry about and whatever it is- we shall solve it."
His words, he suspected, would do little to calm his lover. Sebastian a man distinctly prone to worry and yet Dorian so attempted to ease that anxiety all the same. It was certainly curious for Nadya to return after all this time, a part of the Monarch inclined to believe that this might well be about what most of those past lovers so often sought from them- money. He hardly desired to think ill of Nadya in that fashion and Dorian could hardly deny his thoughts were inclined to such things after several such incidents over the past few years. The sudden knock that followed and subsequent appearance of Charles saw Dorian place that newspaper down as Sebastian returned his tea cup and saucer to the table. The Monarch rose from his own chair but a few moments after his lover. Dorian moving then to come and stand beside Sebastian. The Fae quote unable to prevent that streak of possessiveness that found him all the same, sudden and striking as it was. Any affection between Nadya and Sebastian surely no longer existed and yet Dorian was inclined to remain beside his husband all the same.
Charles appeared within the doorway then to announce Nadya- and her guest. A guest? Dorian's own eyes rose but slightly in surprise as Nadya stepped into that room with a terribly blonde child beside her. One that bore a resemblance to Nadya's own mate, or at least, the man whom had once courted her. Whether or not Nadya and Frost were still together Dorian had not enquired. Yet- that child was most distinctly Fae. How very curious. Fae children were so terribly rare! The Monarch unable to deny that very intrigue over the girl and yet, for now, he merely offered both that warm simper. His head nodded in greeting first to Nadya and then the child beside her as Sebastian inquired as to the nature of her visit.
"Good evening, Nadya. Good evening to you too, young one."