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What You'll Find Here

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 April 22, 2020 by MATTEO

how fate does so love the restless

Matteo's hands gripped that steering wheel a little tighter. The Aventador slid with perfect ease in and out of those lanes. Its speed far superior to anything else on the highway. This truly was a remarkable car to drive. Aiden was right. It's speed and handling were nothing short of magnifique and yet how unwilling Aiden had been to let him drive that car until now. His younger son apparently had the same opinion as Alexander. That Matteo's driving was...questionable. A soft snort left the Frenchmans nose at the idea. Matteo took that moment to change lanes. Another driver was veritably cut off in the process as he all but hurled abuse at the Aventador. Matteo, within the driver's seat, remained all but oblivious. Road signs were no more than mere suggestions and yet the people in this city acted as if they were law. It was...baffling. The Frenchman glanced briefly downward to the watch at his wrist. Matteo, for once, near on time. A true rarity in every sense of the word. He had spent longer with Mira then he had intended and yet- he could hardly deny how curious he was of her. Such an intriguing thing she was! He had seen her coming long before she had arrived within Aiden's life and yet the future was fickle, ever changing, and nothing short of tempermental. Aiden, as he had anticipated, had all but hidden Mira from the world at large. After all, his son was near instinctively designed to hide those things he valued if only to stop them being taken from him. Matteo, despite his knowledge of the girl, had played along with his son's determination to keep her from him. To at least pretend as if he hardly knew of her. Even if it was killing him not to ask. After all, Aiden was entitled to that privacy. Matteo determined to allow Aiden that time and space to tell him about Mira when he was ready and yet, as it so often did, Fate had changed those plans tonight- in far more ways than one.

Matteo's tongue brushed lightly across his lip in contemplation of that night ahead. Tonight would be....difficult. Aiden, he knew, was already balanced delicately upon that precipice of emotional fallout. The WereKing was prone to viciously guard those emotions at the best of times and yet tonight he would find himself in the company of his sibling, his family and lover and his Father. With that hurt still so raw and close to the surface Aiden would only guard agianst it all the more violently. Matteo had very near having braced himself for the impact of that already. Later tonight, perhaps, he would find the time to bandage those metaphorical wounds as best he could. Matteo himself unable to prevent that feeling of...hurt within his own chest. That sensation of someone or something clutching at his very heart was nothing short of potent. Aiden had lost his home tonight. Just when he had begun to believe there was surely little else that women could take from him. Why Aiden seemed fated, over and over, to continue to lose everything he hardly knew. That very question remained outside even Matteo's ability to deduce and yet the loss of the Ark was surely....his fault. To some extent. He had seen Risques intention. He had known of her plans and yet she had continued to change her mind. Over and over she had altered the path of fate and future all at once. Until she had decided to wait. To stay her hand. Matteo, in turn, having chosen to inform Aiden of her intentions tomorrow. After all, to tell him too soon that Risque planned some punishment while those details remained hazy would do nothing but panic the man, or worse, have him prepare for the wrong outcome. Yet, somehow, Risque had gone agianst fate itself. She had changed her mind a final time without his knowledge. As if some outside force had....partially shielded that decision from him, somehow. Matteo having become aware of that change far too late. The Ark was already sinking.

One hand reached upward to run through his hair, a soft breath released into the quiet of that space. There was much he needed to speak with Aiden about tonight. Yet, Matteo was inclined to find himself conflicted. The loss of Aidens home would lead to a brighter future, in the end and yet that loss was nothing short of significant in turn. Was there nothing that fucking woman would not take? Several muttered curse words slipped from the Frenchmans lips as he increased the speed of that car. The damage done to Aiden tonight would be...difficult to repair. She had taken two homes from him now. Matteo having failed a second time to prevent what he should have prevented. Then there was the matter of Mira. Ah, but if only Aiden knew of her role to play in what ws to come! Mira was......different than the girls who had come before. Fate was determined to keep her on that path beside his son. Matteo was distinctly intrigued with her in every sense even if their initial meeting had been a little....unusual. There would be time to apologise to her later he was sure. In the very least he had been able to...test her a little. Aiden had chosen surprisingly well. Matteo was unable to prevent that simper that found his lips at an entirely different thought that crossed his mind.

The sudden sound of sirens jolted the Frenchman from his thoughts. Matteo glanced upward and into the rearview mirror to eye the police car struggling to keep up behind him. Its lights flashing wildly and with far more aggression than the Fae was sure was necessary. Another soft sigh managed to leave his lips then, Matteo taking that moment to pull over to the side and bring the car to a stop. He reached into his pocket then to fish the phone from within before dialing Dorian's number. In the very least, he supposed, he should inform one son that he had the other's car before Aiden had a breakdown entirely . The police car pulled in smoothly behind, the officer quick to climb from it and stride toward him as Matteo allowed the drivers side window to slide down, the Frenchman forced to hang up that phone well before Dorian had finished speaking.

Sir, were you aware of how fast you were going just now?
"Non, I was not."
Sir you were travelling significantly above the speed limit, that is an offense. You are presenting a danger to yourself and others travelling at such speeds. You also made several lane changes without using your indicator. Do you have a valid reason for driving at this speed?
"I am an emissary of fate and I am now late for destiny."

That, it seemed, was hardly the answer the officer had anticipated. The man blinked for several moments as Matteo struggled to keep the simper from his own lips. Your a what? There was so little time for this interaction! Matteo now assured he was significantly later than he had anticipated. Sir, have you had anything to drink today?

"Oui, but I am a very long way from drunk."
I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle.

Oh how irritated Aiden was going to be with him for this. That police officer had likely already taken down that number plate. Matteo's foot found the accelerator in near the same moment as he shifted those gears, the Aventador launching forward like a bull from a gate. Hmm. That truly was satisfying. No wonder Aiden enjoyed it so very much. The unfortunate policeman was decidedly quick to launch himself back toward his own car and take up that pursuit. His vehicle hardly had a hope of catching the sleek sports car and yet it would hardly do to arrive at Sebastian and Dorians under police escort. That ability for teleportation was readily summoned then. Matteo hardly having teleported a car with himself inside it in....some years and yet- how difficult could it be? He need only land upon Dorian's front drive. That affinity for Future Sight seemed to launch into action in near the same moment as his gift for teleportation. The presence of Aiden's cars already on that driveway forcing the Frenchman to change his desired location near mid-teleport. Matteo all but launched that car toward the back garden. Dorian had a driveway out there didn't he? The sudden explosion of flowers, pots and what might have been a fence seemed to erupt from nowhere. Matteo slammed on that break in near the same moment as he landed and yet he had still managed to unearth several chunks of his son's manicured garden. Surprise clear upon his features.

"Hmm. He does not have a driveway back here."

Those words were muttered to little save for himself as Matteo shut that engine off. This so hardly the entrance he had intended to make and yet, in the very least- the garden could be repaired. Besides, that hedge had needed redoing anyway. The barking of dogs became notable the moment that engine was shut off, Matteo swinging open the door to step out. A rose bush was his final victim. The ancient Fae so momentarily eyeed it before daring to glance upward and toward the kitchen window. The vast majority of his family watched him wide-eyed from within the living room. They had noticed his arrival, it seemed. Matteo moved to sweep several leaves from himself before stepping out of that garden as if it were an entirely logical place to park, the key fob pressed smoothly to lock the car before making his way to the back door and stepping into the hallway. Most of that garden wiped from his shoes as he did. His silver gaze shifted from Sebastian, to Dorian, to Aiden and at last to Mira. The young woman eyeing him with some measure of disbelief and scrutiny. Dorian appeared nothing short of distressed, Sebastian looked entirely similar to a meme he was certain he had once seen online and Aiden, ah, perhaps it was best not to look at Aiden right now lest it invited shouting from his younger son. Matteo, in that moment, deliberately avoided catching the Were's gaze. Perhaps it was better instead to finish the words Aiden had been attempting to offer before his interruption. As if such things might distract the group at large from his entrance.

"What Aidun was trying to say is that she is not his maid, Dorian. She is his girlfriend- whom he keeps from me as if I do not already know about her. Oh, Dorian, there is no need for this shouting. I shall fix your rose bushes for heaven's sake."

Dorian, it seemed, could hardly decide to whom he wanted to speak first in the wake of this new information as Matteo paused within the living room. The Fae king falling abruptly silent. How very much Aiden would dislike his use of the word 'girlfriend' and yet, truly it was what the woman was destined to be. Perhaps it was best Aiden became used to hearing it sooner rather than later. His gaze shifted to his younger son then, Matteo unable to prevent the manner in which his silver eyes searched for any injury upon the younger man. Those protective instincts unable to settle until he was assured Aiden was unharmed. Matteo, for now, still content to avoid Aiden's gaze. As if such avoidance might prevent the younger man's irritation over that car from finding him. Mira's very presence beside the young Were so seemed to....flare those protective instincts all over again. How unanticipated. Matteo, for now, suppressing them downward, a part of his mind remaining aware of them all the same. A simper found his lips as he so eyed Mira properly for the first time. A faint touch of impishness upon his features all the same as he moved to step towards her. His hand offered gently to take her own.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mira. You must forgive my family, they are very poor at introductions and first impressions."

As if he had not driven a car into the back garden. That unspoken faux pas bringing a faint chuckle to his throat. That fae impishness, it seemed, still clinging to the man even after all these years. How fortunate Alexander was not here.

"I think it is time we were introduced properly, at last. I am Matteo. Dorian is my eldest son, Sebastian is my son-in-law, this is there house and I am certain you know Aidun whom is attempting to murder me with his gaze wile I pretend not to see, oui, he was always difficult like that. Aidun is my younger son. I am his Father."