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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.

and I was the first to fall

Posted on December 06, 2019 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON-ARAGONA

Oh how well the debaucherous Prince knew the unvoiced meaning behind that singular look that all but danced across the features of his beguiling King! How easily the Italian could so bewitch the fairer gender with but a single glance of those piercing pearly irises. The vampire alone, after all, had easily fallen sway to but a solitary enamoring glimpse and now here he stood - a year later and with a marriage band upon his finger where he never again thought one would be. Dorian's admittance that he regularly had a body to warm those too cold sheets hardly came to a surprise. Even if the royal had once sported longer, more feminine locks, his good looks alone were akin to peering at the face of a God in comparison to the round protruding noses and too-small eyes of his half-siblings. "Ah, that I do not doubt." The vampire responded readily with a soft chuckle reverberating within his throat, mirroring the warm simper of knowledge upon his lips. How effortlessly Sebastian could read between the lines of poised politeness Dorian had offered him. His lover, after all, was nothing if not experienced in those more intimate activities - the very likes of which hardly came from a past littered with restraint. His brow rose ever so slightly, however, as the fae turned that inquiry back upon the vampire. In this, though, even Sebastian could be inclined to the same strategic vagueness. "I did well enough for myself, certainly not as well as you, I suspect."

That conversation at hand, however, was forced to pause as the pair entered the extravagance of the dining room. Already the staff of Buckingham Palace was engrossed with preparations - those tables set with such meticulous care and exact measurements that it would be another day at least before each place setting was deemed "acceptable" for the high standards of the British Royalty. Sebastian gestured vaguely towards the empty seats at the very head of the table, those places beside the English Queen were traditionally reserved for the visiting Leaders of other friendly nations. His husband, however, hardly seemed as regaled with those seats and the upcoming state dinner. Rather, those silver eyes seemed to wander about the room in entranced awe of the very place Sebastian had once spent a great many nights. It was, admittedly, nothing short of utterly astounding. Gold, his lover's favorite color, was affixed to the walls and trim, outlining paintings that had changed little over the years and decorating the entryways. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the glass reflecting and refracting the light contained within till they seemed to be near gleaming. How the very room had once been the epicenter of all British culture! Dorian seemed all too quick to take in those painstaking details before declaring his very intention to incorporate those facets of the room he adored into his own plans to remodel their home within Italy. Sebastian was, admittedly, wholly inquisitive to those changes his lover seemed increasingly determined to make at the expense of upheaving their entire staff and yet, even he could admit Caserta was due for some sort of...upgrade.

Despite the intrigue the ballroom seemed to inspire within his husband, Sebastian was hardly inclined to linger long upon the threshold. Already their presence was proving to be a distraction, several of the staff pausing to present the royal couple with bows of respect and acknowledgment. He was entirely ignorant of his lover's observation of his own familiarity with Buckingham's halls, much less those curious wonderings of Sebastian's own youth within the palace. The vampire hardly anticipated those inquiries of gold to be any more than that - the Englishman affording the prospect of how the palace's renovations might reflect upon them given the current state of Italy's economy with genuine consideration. A small frown crossed his features before he commented upon the level of restraint surely required of them and his husband's own opulent preferences. Filling Caserta's halls with gold when they were still lifting Italy from the stagnancy of its previous government's actions was likely to be a point of contention the crown hardly needed. The crystalline hue of his irises turned inquisitively towards his lover as Dorian glanced down the hallway - the reaction hardly one he anticipated at the polite suggestion of being told 'no'. The Prince's eyebrow rose as Dorian led him towards the nearest alcove, tugging the vampire closer towards him. His hands shifted towards the fae's waist as Dorian' leaned forward to press his lips feverishly against Sebastian's own. How very eager the Incubus was to return that kiss! That very want so quickly urged to life within him even despite the time they'd spent in bed together but hours ago. Anniversaries, he was sure, were an acceptable time to allow such lustful desires to run rampant.

He was all but hesitant to allow the fae Monarch to withdraw from his hold, the King so effectively pinned between himself and the wall - how utterly tempting it was to keep his lover there. The soft murmur of Dorian's voice so assured him of the fae's very love for that golden hue, one that now found Sebastian questioning the meaning of all they'd been discussing all evening now. Nevertheless, the Prince was more than willing to give in to such innuendo as he insisted he might yet be convinced to allow more of such color to gild the hallways of Dorian's palace. The warm chuckle upon the King's lips offered him little assurance of those lingering desires for more being met anytime soon and yet, Sebastian allowed those fingers to leave his brunette locks as Dorian stepped around him and back into the hallway. A soft breath left the Englishman's lips as he trailed after his lover, Sebastian altogether inattentive to the very state of his hair and yet, truly, he cared even less at the given moment. Rather, he watched as Dorian pivoted upon his feet, the King contemplating the presence of gold in the dorm room that Sebastian had once occupied during those years in school. Frankly, Sebastian was almost disappointed to admit the lack of presence of that color, particularly when he was so certain such a hue so closely coincided with his husband's affection. The sudden insistence that he was certain he'd seen gold within their towncar, however, seemed to prompt a glimpse of curiosity within the Monarch, the fae so clearly understanding exactly what Sebastian was proposing.

That mischievousness to his lover's voice was hardly missed and slowly, Sebastian's head bobbed in ready agreement. "I think we should." Though the vampire was the personification of patience as Dorian observed the plethora of artwork that lined the walls of the palace, Sebastian's own thoughts were far more focused upon the continuation of all his lover had started. His own head dipped slightly in recognition of each member of Buckingham's staff as the royal couple made their way back towards the town car that had been left waiting for them. The large doors of Buckingham were once again held open for them as Sebastian followed his husband into the comfortable embrace of the darkened interior of the car. His own gaze briefly turned back towards the palace as the vehicle pulled away from that crimson rug. Who would have thought the Englishman would have gone from practically being ostracized from the English court to once again, finally, achieving all his family had once had at the very height of their glory. It prompted a small simper upon his features as the glacier hue of his gaze returned towards the fae King at his side. That soft sound of contemplation only furthered the smile upon his lips, the vampire entirely aware of that feigned inspection of the car's interior. The suggestion that he might assist in his lover's search for that desired hue prompted a soft chuckle from the vampire before he readily nodded. "I will help you look." He insisted before his gaze briefly turned towards the windows of the vehicle. "No, they cannot be. They seem...reflective from the outside." How improper would it be, after all, for the pair to be seen engaging in any intimate activity in the eyes of the public!

Sebastian's own figure shifted readily within his seat, the vampire turning ever so slightly in the direction of the fae King as Dorian's lips so easily found his own all over again. How he adored the very taste of the fae as he took the King's lip between his own, the very lust behind those kisses entirely evident. Sebastian was, admittedly, hesitant to even release the fae even the slightest - his lover's breath entirely warm against his skin. "Not far." He uttered in response, his own baritone voice little more than a whisper in the quietness of the vehicle. Sebastian was more than willing to return that kiss as Dorian's lips pressed against his own once again. His mouth parted at the slightest coaxing of his lover, the vampire letting that kiss deepen in the very manner he so knew Dorian loved best. That soft sound within his husband's throat was wholly alluring and yet, even it hardly compared to that almost teasing sensation of Dorian's hand settling upon the fabric of his dress slacks. The slow sliding of Dorian's fingers upwards towards his groin near immediately ensnared all of Sebastian's attention before the vampire was rewarded with that soft pressure of Dorian's hand against him. The Prince shifted ever so slightly in his seat, his legs parting further if only to both encourage and further allow those tender touches. How quickly Dorian was to take advantage of that very position, the fae's touches becoming firmer with each stroke. His own figure quickly hardened beneath his lover's hand, the vampire himself hardly unable to stop that soft groan from reverberating in the back of his throat.

The Incubus allowed his lover to pull away from him ever so slightly, only for the fae's lips to press against the ever sensitive slope of his neck. His breath hitched at the very action, the heat of Dorian's breath against the cold pallor of his own flesh so entirely distracting as his lover's fingers reached for the zipper of his pants. The Prince slouched ever so slightly within that seat, if only to further assist as Dorian's hand reached for the length of him, the vampire hardly inclined to care at all at the present moment for the people of England that so desired to see the prince. "I cannot promise to." He muttered back to that muffled murmur of his lover's voice. Admittedly, he was glad that the majority of that drive to Cambridge was now paved over with highways, the vampire hardly desiring to have to split his attention in such a manner. He hardly anticipated his lover's lips pulling away from him, only to lean down to take the length of the vampire within his mouth. "Oh, fuck." The vampire muttered, that English accent altogether strong within that moment as the King's tongue caressed the entirety of him. How entirely rare moments such as this were, his husband hardly inclined to those activities outside of the confines of their bedroom and yet Sebastian had been entirely inclined to push those boundaries his husband had once had. That soft moan readily left Sebastian's lips as his head fell back upon the seat behind him.

His own breath quickly became undone, that audible sound accompanying those groans Dorian was quickly able to coax from him. His hand slowly fell to the back of his husband's back, the vampire paying distinctly little attention to the sights of his home that rushed by as the car picked up speed along the freeway. Sebastian was entirely inclined to relish in every sensation the Monarch beset him to. From the warmth of Dorian's breath against the tip of him to the wet salacious sensation of the King's tongue sliding ever so teasingly against him. How quickly it made the Prince desire more than just the sensation of his lover's mouth, as wonderful as it surely was. He was inattentive, at that moment, to just the progress the town car made. Traffic was altogether nonexistent when the roads were cleared even for visiting royalty - the very act prompting Sebastian's own estimation of the time they had to be rather inaccurate. When combined with the very satisfaction Dorian had pulled from his physique earlier in the evening, Sebastian found himself requiring far more his lover's attention than he might otherwise. It was wholly unfortunate that the car began to slow down just as the Prince found himself closer towards that proverbial edge, his crystalline gaze fluttering open only to glance towards the window and the familiar sight of Cambridge's campus sprawling around them. "Bloody hell." He muttered that curse beneath his breath. "Dorian...." The King's name was near moaned, even as the vehicle approached that small gathering of the Dean and several college heads. "We'" God, how he hated those words even as they fell from his own lips. Sebastian, after all, certainly was not yet done. How utterly unfortunate...

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy