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Anacosta Heights
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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.

we got too many runaways eating up the night

Posted on April 13, 2020 by Arlo

Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

That laughter, Arlo was certain, was a sound he should surely have anticipated. Sebastian, of all people, was bound to find amusment in his struggling with the fairer sex even despite that distinct look of displeasureupon his features at his companions clear amusment. That very look shifting to become a veritable pout that only further seemed to delight the Englishman. The pillow that Arlo hurled toward his coven leader was easily batted away before Sebastian seemed to gather himself enough to at least attempt to offer some advice on that situation. After all, even if Sebastian seemed to think his struggling with Abigail was funny- he was still an incubus, and who better to ask then a creature basically designed to lure women (and men for that matter) into bed? Sebastian seemed to grow thoughtful for several long moments as Arlo slumped further down in his chair. The matter was fucking hopeless, he was sure of it. Maybe he was wrong for trying to push this of Abby to begin with? Maybe she'd just....come around in time right? Then again, if he waited for her to come around it might end up being another two years before she let him do anything. Two years without sex. The Crusnik was almost certain he could hardly survive that again. Plus there was the matter of marrying her. Arlo was nothing if not determined to make sure she knew he was marrying her because he loved her, not because he wanted sex and yet, he could hardly deny that sex was, well, a large protion of what he spent the day thinking about. Or it had been. Until the realisation even touching her seemed to panic her. That near dramatic sigh that left the vampires lips at his own internal thoughts was cut short by Sebastian's sudden suggestion of movies. As if a movie night might somehow fix all of this.

Sebastian's further efforts to explain the concept behind that idea- to show Abby what she didn't know she wanted- was hardly a bad idea per say. In fact, it was a decently....gentle way to hint at those feelings and desires and yet......just how long was that going to take? Arlo's very query on whether or not there was a faster way was abruptly cut short as his mind seemed to realise all at once just who he was talking to. There was a much faster way and yet how certain he was he hardly wanted Sebastian and his powers involved. He had to do this himself. No cheating with powers. Well- not much cheating. Did the movie thing count? His companions' query on just how he was surviving prompted that groan from Arlo all over again. Suviring, he was certain, was far too bold a word. He was barely surviving at all. Hell, Abby was starting to worry about the length of the showers he took half the time. At the very least he still had his work, Arlo taking that moment to gesture toward the soundproof music room behind him that he'd had installed before he moved in. Work was a distraction at least. To an extent. Sebastian's sudden quip about what his songs were about coaxed a simper to his own lips, Arlo snorting lightly in amusement. What a shame he didn't have another pillow to hurl. He;d need to get more pillows.

"You're an ass. No, they are not all about sex only....some of them. Still, sex sells."

Arlo shrugged lightly, those words true enough he was certain. Songs about sex sold well. Hell, songs about relationships in general sold well. His talent for writing them was almost...ironic, given the state of his own distinctly non-progressive relationship status. Still- he hardly loved Abigail any less. That love was, at times, near all consuming. Those vampiric emotions decidedly difficult to contend with at times and yet- at least they made for good muse. Still though, the problems of those movies remained. Maybe Sebastian was onto something there. But what sort of movies was he supposed to show her? His efforts at suggesting several titles prompted little more than a scoff from his companion, Arlo's own eyes rolling in response before Sebastian insisted something like Dirty Dancing was far better- a gentle way to ease her into that idea before building up to something called Blue Is The Warmest Colour. Even Arlo hardly having seen that one before and yet- if Sebastian said the sex scenes in it were....heavy, he was inclined to believe him. God, how he hoped they might be heavy enough to prompt something from Abigail. Sebastian content to promise that movie would at least distract Abby from Patrick Swayze's hips.

"I'm going to hold you to that, bud."

That manner of sex, however, was hardly one Arlo was finished discussing just yet. The Crusnik inclined to find himself curious about Sebastian's own relationship and how willing his own partner was to let him, well, be a vampire during sex. That biting during those intimate moments something all vampires surely enjoyed. The near smug simper on Sebastian's lips was followed by the admittance he fed near exclusively during those times. The notion that Sebastian got enough sex to stay well fed only further prompting that look of disbelief to Arlo's own features. Seb was having him on, he was sure of it. There was no way Dorian was letting him get that much, was he? Then again the both of them were men. Men were in the mood way more often than women seemed to be.Sebastian's head tilted to the side. The Incubus seemed to contemplate that question for several moments before announcing that every other night was not uncommon. Arlo, in that moment, inclined to believe his eyes had widened so much they were at risk of falling out of his own head.

"Oh fuck off, every second night? Are you serious? Fucking hell. I"
That shock had nearly diminished into veritable...awe. Arlo was unable to prevent that almost newfound....respect he found for the elder vampire. Every other night was an achievement for any man. Vampire or not. Sebastian's sex life nothing short of the healthiest he'd ever known from any couple. Had it always been like that? Had Sebastian had to....coax Dorian into it? Were gay couples just different? Did Dorian have some kind of power in that area too? Those questions all but swarmed Arlo's mind anew. The Crusnik, for a moment, inclined to put aside his own relationship with Abby. Arlo instead found himself intrigued with Sebastian's. The other vampire hardly seemed to mind sharing some of those details of what Dorian and himself did- or how long it had taken them to reach that stage. Was it such a crime to live vicariously through Sebastian? Just for a feminutes? Arlo hardy anticipated that near...perfect picture Sebastian seemed to wave. The Crusniks' own imagination quickly seized onto that offered imagery. The very idea of Abby between his legs, one he'd pictured more then once. Sebastian's description only further added to that idea until Arlo near squirmed upon the couch. The vampire very near forgetting himself entirely in that moment as he hurriedly shifted positions upon the couch in some effort to rid himself of those....physical changes his fit figure had already begun to respond with in the wake of his overactive imagination. Maybe Sebastian claimed he wasn't an Incubus and yet- Arlo was damn near fucking sure of it. His companion, in the very least, willing to accept that maybe he was.

"There ain't no maybe about it, Seb."

Arlo's head shook lightly. The vampire made every effort to regain control of his own body and yet he could hardly help the rest of the thoughts that turned within his mind. He knew what Sebastian's venom did, mostly, he'd seen it in action after all. Would it really be so bad to....try a little of it? It was hardly cheating. After all, he wasn't sleeping with Sebastian; he was just.....getting another man to bite him. The very idea, when worded like that within his mind, prompted a frown to the man's features once more. Alright maybe thinking of it like that was a little weird but still. What was a little.....venom between friends? Right? Sebastian's name fell from his lips a moment later. Arlo waiting until he had the other man's attention before querying exactly how that venom might work- and seeking an assurance it was hardly going to make him gay. That, after all, was not a sexual experience he had any desire to engage in. Sebastian seemed to choose his words carefully then, the vampire's gaze trailing along Arlo's own figure before settling on the word 'good' to describe that sensation. Arlo so merely allowed one eye to raise at his companions efforts to remain polite when it was clear exactly what he meant. How British. Sebastian suddenly demanded to know why as Arlo's shoulders shrugged. The Crusnik ran one hand through his hair.

"Because I haven't you put it, in two years. I don't want to cheat on Abby or anything like that. I just want to feel.....look I think you get what I'm saying, bud. Can't you just like....nip me or something? Only on my arm or my neck or something though. I aint having you near"

That seemed...dangerous. Arlo's mind shifting back to the night he'd seen Sebastian's venom in effect on another man- that night in Sebastian's own house with his father-in-law. Arlo, after all that time, still hardly having forgotten the terrifying Fae.

"I'd offer to bite you in return but I saw what happened when you were high from my venom last time, when we were at your place, and you bit that French Fae dude and shit got....weird between you two for a few minutes. So i need you to....not be high as well okay?"