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 was, Dorian had decided, a truly difficult thing not to enjoy the company of the young Were woman. The Fae King had no sooner seen that door opened and stepped into Abigail's view then the girl sought to offer him that distinctly bright greeting as she stepped into his lavish home. Her distinctly sunny disposition so hardly ever seemed to fail her as Dorian afforded her a warm simper in return before leading the way into the depths of his home and the warmth of the living room. That sudden flare of pink that seemed to tinge the young woman's cheeks was,in turn, so hardly missed and yet Dorian had become very near...used to prompting such a reaction within young women of a certain age. So much so that the Fae King hardly saw but any need to mention it. The man was wholly oblivious that such a look was so hardly attributed to his casual, well-fitted outfit alone and that Abigail had been given to consider the very depths of the conversation they had not yet had. Dorian gestured readily toward that couch then, the living room the perfect place to host his guest away from the chill of the air outside and indeed, this was so surely a casual meeting, was it not? Abigail, he was certain, would prefer the sofa over a boardroom even if the reason for her visit remained rather elusive still. The young woman's sudden explanation that the room was 'so nice' further prompted a simper of satisfaction to the Monarch's lips, Dorian inclined to offer the softest of good natured chuckles at her exuberance once more.
"Thank you, I am very fond of it myself. Please, make yourself comfortable."
Abigail settled within one of the large chairs opposite his own. Dorian in turn making himself comfortable within that seat before the silver of his gaze drifted to the pastel pink box the young woman appeared to be carrying. How very obscure. Had she brought something? Surely she did not see any need to gift him with something, did she? Arlo and Abigail both, he was certain, were their friends. Indeed, they were the very kind of people that such title surely exempted from feeling the need to present Sebastian and himself with anything as those foreign dignitaries and guests so often did. Dorian quote assured that if he was presented with another historical paperweight from an obscure country his and Sebastian's home would sink beneath the surface of the city from the weight of them all! The Monarch's gaze shifted readily to his companions own then as he so insisted it would be just the two of them tonight. Sebastian's business so likely to keep him occupied for the better part of the evening. Dorian was content to ask after Arlo as well before so at last inquiring as to the curious box the woman had brought.
Abigail was quick to insist that she so hardly minded that lack of Sebastian's presence before assuring him that Arlo was entirely well in turn and yet- it was apparently her boyfriend whom she so wished to discuss this very evening. A look of distinct surprise so found its way to Dorian's features then, the Fae King given to frown slightly in confusion at such a statement. Would not Sebastian be a better person to discuss another vampire with? Then again perhaps Abigail merely had some sort of....question about dating a vampire? Perhaps that was it? How very curious. Those very questions however were momentarily cast aside at the young woman's sudden remembrance of the box within her hands. Abigail proudly declaring that box was for him before all but thrusting it toward him with that same delighted exuberance. How very foreign such a level of excitement was to the Monarch and yet how distinctly refreshing he found it all the same. Dorian's surprise at having a box all but thrust toward him readily evaporated into curiosity as he reached to take it before peering inside at the flower shaped pastries that had been so neatly and carefully crafted within. Ah, such art!
"Oh! But I do enjoy food that is so crafted to appear artistic, how wonderful!"
How distinctly genuine those words were. Dorian, in that moment, so readily fascinated by this new food he was presented with. Jeri, the young woman called it. A food that was so apparently like sweetened bread and something of a favourite in her native Nepal. Dorian leaned forward within his seat then to eye those creations more readily. Those Jeri, just as Abigail suggested, looked very much like flowers indeed!
"Yes, please. I should very much like to try one. I have never had this before."
It was a distinct rarity, in every sense, for the Monarch to find a food he had neither heard of nor tried before. Dorian reached forward then to pluck one of those Jeri from within the box before lifting it to his lips to take a bite. That sweet taste was decidedly pleasant, a warm simper readily finding his lips in response as the Fae settled back within his chair with that sweet treat nestled within his hands. The Monarch clearly quite pleased with his newfound snack.
"This is very pleasing, Abigail! I like it very much. Thank you for sharing it. Next time you and Arlo come for dinner I shall have to have an Italian dessert made for you in return. Oh, what was it about Arlo you wanted to ask me?"