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.
It had been curious, in every sense, to receive that call from Abigail the night before. His assistant inquired as to whether or not he might desire to see the woman that following evening. Dorian having anticipated both Abigail and Arlo might desire to have dinner with Sebastian and himself again. Dorian so hardly opposed such a thing when the last had been undeniably pleasant and yet, Emma had insisted that it was merely Abigail alone and that she so desired his company alone in turn. Dorian had so hardly turned down that very request, obscure though it was, after all, he found Abigail a distinctly likeable being. Indeed the young woman, innocent though she was in some regards, had proven to be delightful company. Her nature was nothing short of agreeable and the Monarch so found her own love of flowers and gardening to be a topic he was sure he might never tire of conversing over. Perhaps, given Arlo and Sebastian's own friendship- Abigail desired such a thing from himself? The Fae King inclined to find the idea pleasing enough all the same. Besides, her company would surely be a decidedly pleasant break in an evening filled with otherwise boring meetings that largely surrounded the outbreak of Coronavirus and the measures to be taken in lessening its spread throughout his own country- not that Sebastian had permitted either of them to fly home these past weeks. His husband, of late, having become all but obsessed with cleanliness and biosecurity.
It was fortunate perhaps, that Sebastian had so been required to drive into the city itself tonight to deal with several matters regarding his own company. His lovers insistence that it was 'fine' so hardly having fooled the Monarch in any sense. How well he knew his lover in all things! That very face Sebastian had made when taking that phone call in regards to but one of his mines having all but obliterated any notion such a thing was 'fine' and yet, for tonight at least, Dorian had been willing enough to accept his lovers efforts to prevent his own worry. The Vampire promised he would be home well before dawn and wished him that pleasant evening with Abigail. Yet, there was but still one meeting to have with the minister for health first. How very tiresome such a meeting was! Dorian, for the most part, so inclined to do little more than frown at his computer screen, that Skype meeting having taken longer then he had anticipated as those ministers argued over measures to be taken to protect the public. How few of those concepts the Monarch found he understood! The spread of pathogens, the path of viruses....such words were....unknown to him. Dorian was forced, several times, to reach for a medical dictionary Emma had so kindly provided him, the Monarch forced to search for those basic words and yet how little they so assisted him in understanding! Immunology itself was all but an unknown word within his own time. The study of the body and disease having come so terribly far since his own day that the Fae was all but lost for a great deal of that meeting. Sebastian, he was certain, would frown at him thoroughly later that evening when he so tried to relay the outcome of that meeting to his husband. Dorian so hardly sure what his own ministers had been arguing about at all!
That Skype call had no sooner been disconnected then Dorian moved to lean back within his chair, his hand lifting to pinch at the bridge of his nose as his eyes fluttered briefly closed. Perhaps he might....google more about viruses in general. In the very least he might appear more informed for that next meeting. Charles' soft knock at the door so readily prompted his attention then, the manservant insisting Abigail had arrived. How forward he looked to the distraction of her presence tonight! The Monarch was quick to rise from his chair then, Dorian so hardly taking a moment to return to his bedroom to change out of that suit and tie and into those far more comfortable jeans and shirt. Those formal meetings for this evening were over, after all and truly, such formal attire might only make the poor woman uncomfortable. It was only once the Fae King had chosen a rather striking blck leather jacket to go with that outfit that he moved to make his way downstairs. Such a jacket, after all, so coupled with that stubble he had hardly bothered to shave for this evening would likely prove thoroughly distracting to his own lover. Dorian entirely determined to distract all of his husband's attention upon himself when the vampire arrived home- rather than his inability to understand what a virus was, nor his complete lack of understanding upon Italy's newly reformed health codes. Hmm. Yes. it was far better to tell Sebastian such things when the vampires was otherwise occupied and far more agreeable.
Dorian had no sooner reached the base of the staircase then Charles moved to open the front door to reveal Abigail herself, the red-haired woman so brightly announcing herself as Charles so quickly insisted Dorian had already been informed of her arrival. The Monarch quick to offer the young woman his own warm simper as he came forward.
"Good evening, Abigail. I am not at all busy, my work is finished for the evening. Please, come in."
Dorian moved to step aside then before closing the door behind his companion, the Fae King so gesturing for her to follow him into the sitting room then. That room was so delightfully warm and nothing short of comfortable. Dorian easily found his way to his own chair then, the Monarch decidedly curious as to why Abigail sought to meet with him alone this evening and yet his silver gaze was drawn readily to the pale pink box within the woman's hands as she took her own seat.
"Sebastian is out this evening so it shall just be the two of us. He is attending some business about his mine. How is Arlo? Did you bring something, Abigail?"