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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.

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Posted on March 16, 2020 by Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The Sun Also Rises

How terribly wonderous that college was so proving to be- even if only in the sheer wealth of history that existed within it alone, let alone that grand architecture, all those courses offered and the glorious artwork that adorned the halls. It was perhaps so hardly surprising that the Fae King found himself drawn to those artistic pieces. The Monarch inclined to pause within the hall to eye those masterpieces and examine that choice of colour and brushstroke. Dorian, for as long as he could remember, so taking a great delight in but anything so remotely considered art. The Chancellor, so noting his interest, was quick to explain where those artworks had come from and too- the reasons behind them. Such paintings so designed to provide a sense of culture to the students whom passed through the halls. Yet- it was but one particular painting that so seemed to hold the Monarch's interest far more than the others. Even if only for that subject manner. Those two beings within the portrait lay sprawled upon a chaise lounge, there intertwined bodies leaving but nothing to the imagination of their intent. Dorian, in that moment, so reminded of how rather desperately he desired to finish what he had begun with his own husband in the car. The sheer readiness that clung to his lovers figure beneath his coat only further tempting in every fashion! How the very thought of the firmness that gripped Sebastian's figure was nothing short of arousing. Dorian near certain that, much like those people within the portrait, he possessed that near exact piece of furniture within his own home in Italy. Ah, but what he would not have given for that very lounge now! And for but even a moment of privacy away from that guided tour.

Dorian's hand extended but slightly as Sebastian moved to pass him, his fingers capturing the hem of Sebastian's coat as he moved to grasp his lover's attention and bring the vampire to a stop beside him. Dorian so taking that moment to gesture towards the painted portrait now. How deliberately teasing those words he offered then. Dorian wholly content to inform his husband of just how much he might desire to use that very piece of furniture in that moment to so enjoy his lovers figure as much as those beings within the painting seemed determined to do with one another. How terribly unfortunate it was that Sebastian's coat so moved to conceal that want upon his figure. Dorian was unable to prevent that very glance he afforded his husband's groin all the same as his own thoughts lingered upon just how much he desired to further explore that firmness for himself. That singular look upon Sebastian's face, in turn, so readily assuring him his husband was inclined to feel much the same as Dorian allowed a soft chuckle to rise within his throat before the Monarch moved to rejoin the rest of that group. Their dawdling behind, after all, would hardly be considered good manners and yet how terribly uninclined Dorian felt in that moment to continue with good manners when his own thoughts so drifted to anything but!

That party so hardly continued much further down that grand, elaborate hall before Sebastian's own attention was so readily ensnared by one particular room. The vampire seemed wholly eager to explore it as he strode inside, Dorian, in that moment, moving to follow after him as the rest of the procession followed. The discovery of that music room all but captivated the Monarch's attention in turn. Sebastian's insistence that it was within this very room that he and his companions had found that music society so readily brought the look of near awe to the Fae Kings features. Such history! That chancellor was quick to seize upon such a moment and to have those medals and awards explained. That music society having become nothing short or prestigious in Sebastian's wake. How marvellous that his own husband had been so involved in the creation of something that was, in modern times, regarded so very highly. Dorian was inclined, in that moment, to feel distinctly proud of his husband. Even as the vampire was quick to assure him there had been four others in that society's creation. Sebastian seemed to linger beside that piano, his fingers brushing over those keys with what Dorian was assured was but a longing to play it. Ah, but surely the vampire knew how gloriously....tempting he so appeared before that instrument. Dorian so unable to deny how utterly sexy Sebastian was when he played those instruments or indeed, even stood beside them, Sebastian's mere presence at a piano so enough, this evening, to prompt Dorian's thoughts to return to all those places they surely should not. That thickened, British lilt upon his husband's tongue only further adding to that very appeal until Dorian, for the first time, was given to shift with distinct discomfort within his own dress pants. It would be nothing short of spectacular, he was certain, to so allow Sebastian to have him within that very room and so surrounded by such history! How eagerly that want seemed to grip at his own figure. This, surely, but only a taste of that discomfort Sebastian had been in since they had left the car!

Dorian was near oblivious in that moment that followed to those words uttered towards him by one of the young women within the group, the Monarch quick to offer his agreement even if he hardly knew just what he had agreed to at all. Those words, in the very least, proved satisfactory to the young woman as that party began to file from that room once more. Dorian and Sebastian so afforded the briefest of moments alone. The Fae King was hardly inclined to waste it as he glanced but briefly over his shoulder to ensure that solitude before he moved to stand behind his lover. Dorian's hand rested gently atop Sebastian's own then, the Monarch content to offer that insistence that he found that college glorious and yet- he had but every desire to leave it if only for fear he would require the return of his own coat. His very words seemed to prompt a chuckle from his lover then as Sebastian turned to face him. The vampire quickly insisted that if he stole but any more of those moments with him he would surely need that coat. The very impishness upon Dorian's own features so momentarily seemed to return before Sebastian's hand pulled gently away from his own only to press with a distinct and clear purpose against her own groin. How readily his body responded to even that soft touch! Dorian's figure quick to harden beneath Sebastian's fingers as the vampire so merely traced at that outline of him beneath the fabric of his pants. His groin inclined to ache for only more of that touch and yet- that gesture was nothing if not impossibly fleeting. Dorian forced to suppress a veritable whine as Sebastian insisted Dorian take his own coat for that trip outside.

"Yes, I quiet think I would like my coat returned."

Dorian so hardly dared to turn just yet, Sebastian afforded a distinctly pointed look before that young woman hurried past him to offer Dorian that requested coat once more. The Fae King was quick to slide it into place and do up those buttons to conceal himself in turn. He so surely lacked that same level of readiness as his husband and yet how inappropriate such a thing would be upon his own figure and within such company. That coat nothing short of a blessing even if by Sebastian's own determined wretchedness! How much more agonizing that tour had become! How on earth had Sebastian already walked this far and within such a state as Dorian knew existed beneath his own coat? Dorian's thoughts, in those moments that followed, were nothing short of but hopelessly distracted as he moved to walk beside his lover. How readily he struggled to take in those other classrooms and impressive grounds, along with that information the Chancellor so proudly added about each, Dorian's own thoughts far more inclined to linger upon all those ays in which he so desired to take his husband amongst those halls. The return of that coat nothing short of an utter blessing.

That chapel so proved to be a distinctly further walk then Dorian had anticipated. The Monarch so attempted, rather boldly, to fixate his thoughts upon the holiness of that place and too the disapproving eyes of the Lord God that had surely fixated firmly upon Sebastian and himself in that moment and little he found he was inclined to care for the opinion of God in any such sense. Not when that distinctly British lilt so remained to his lovers' words with a decided thickness and assurity that gave away the vampires' own state of arousal.

Thatchapal was, in the very least, nothing short of astounding in both its grandeur and utterly glorious decoration. Those stained glass windows so affording that place a quality both beautiful and reverent. The Chancellor, with that same prie in which he viewed that entire school, was quick to coax the Royal pair to follow him into the depths of that building. The man was quick to explain its age and year of construction. That building was near impossibly old! Dorian, for the barest of moments, was given to consider how impressive such a building was to be maintained as such after all this time and yet....his silver gaze so readily shifted towards his husband once more. The faint light from those coloured windows cast all sorts of patterns upon his lover's skin. Sebastian, in that moment, near akin to a veritable work of art himself. Dorian was momentarily inclined to consider just how Sebastian might look beneath those stained glass windows with but nothing on at all...... How readily God might surely frown at him for such thoughts within a holy place! Havens but how uncomfortable his own pants were becoming!

"Might we see the dormitories now. I think I should like to see where Sebastian used to live?"

How eager that Chancellor was to meet any request made of him! The man quick to finish his explanation of that Chapel before readily leading them back the way they had come. Dorian, once more, inclined to find his place at his lovers side as his voice rose to that softened whisper once more, just loud enough for his lovers to hear, to offer those whispered words then.

"Sebastian. We shall have to attend mass for the next year to make up for all those thoughts I had within that church that had nothing to do with God and included but several things I am assured are probably viewed as sins- and yet I should do each of them anyway. I shall absolutely require but all of your attention the moment we return to the car."

That near teasing simper so readily found the Monarch's lips in that moment. Dorian unable to deny the humour he took in such thoughts and the decided...daring of them and yet how he both loathed and adored this very game all at once! The Kings Residences' has changed a great deal since His Highness attended college here, many students now live off campus but we still have a number of halls which provide accommodation, if you follow me this way... How oblivious the Chancellor and too- the other members of their party remained to Sebastian's own state of arousal and too, the Monarch's distinctly growing discomfort as the pair followed the procession towards those student living areas. The Kings Residences, it seemed, was far more modern in design then the historic college and yet those residential buildings still retained much of that early look. The Chancellor was quick to explain those rooms, their comforts and amenities and too- the common rooms and wealth of extracurricular activities that college offered to keep its students interested and active throughout the school year. The chancellor led the way into one of those common rooms then. The place organized with a television, lounges, a small kitchen, several card and games tables and photographs of the students enjoying these facilities over the years. Dorian paused within the center of that room then, the Monarch eyeing those card tables and game boards with intrigue. How very, very different education had become then the near tiresome thing he remembered it to be from his own day. How fortunate Sebastian had been to be able to attend such a place as this even if, Dorian suspected, that college had been vastly different in Sebastian's own time as well. The chancellor moved from the common room then to begin to head back towards those main buildings and the veritable end of that tour. Dorian, once more, inclined to linger back within that space, his hand reaching to catch Sebastian's own.

"Bastian, I should like to-"

The sudden sound of laughter readily drew the Monarch's attention, Dorian inclined to pivot neatly upon his feet to spot that young couple hurrying into the side door of the common room. The pair clearly sneaked down from the rooms above to share their own clandestine moment within that room as they giggled- only to freeze at the sight of Sebastian and Dorian mere feet ahead of them. The young man was the first to recover as he hurriedly attempted to fix his shirt while the young women merely glowed a bright shade of scarlett. Aren't you...

"No, we are no one, go away."

There was but hardly any sharpness to Dorian's words. Indeed the Monarch struggled to keep that amsment from his own features as the young man and his partner continued to stare at that royal couple before them. The man's voice rising again. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, I'm so sorry, we...

"Your Chancellor is going to catch us both in a moment. I shan't tell anyone if you don't, after all I suspect you two are not supposed to be here, hurry along."

T-thank you! The young woman so managed to stutter the words out as she reached for her boyfriends hand, the pair all but rushing from the room as Dorian so merely watched them go, that amusement clear upon his own features once more as he afforded both those doors and final glance before tugging Sebastian determinedly towards himself and agianst him. How readily he could feel his lover's arousal! The firmness of his own figure equally as prominent as his lips determinedly found Sebastian's own in that stolen and yet intimate kiss. Dorian was unable to prevent that grin that found his lips as his arms wrapped about the vampire's neck.
"Now, I am certain, I feel exactly like a student. Tell me Bastian, if we were students, where exactly would you take me next?"

How very daring those whispered words and yet how delightful that game was to play. Dorian so allowed but one eye to raise with distinct tease as he eyed his husband near expectantly then....

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