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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.

The first step is the one you believe in;

Posted on May 24, 2020 by Mira Ramos

Matteo... the ring leader to this figurative circus seemed to find a great deal of amusement of that offered chosen word to describe him. Young. It was certainly one of many that could be used to describe him. Yet he seemed to garner great delight in such a simple thing all the same. Did he not observe himself in the mirror?? He looked to be the same age as Tetradore.. And Dorian.. Actually, to be certain all three men looked to be more like brothers than father and sons. It was that comment that the french fae seemed to take certain pride within. So much so that he uttered the words. Keep her to Tetradore. She rose a brow at that particular comment. That would mean several things... like the pair finally solidifying what was already very plainly before them. How many moments there were.... Missed opportunities to have that very talk that neither of them seized. It was almost comical. What was it that held either one of them back? Tetradore's reasons nothing short of a mystery to her still. Tetradore, however, gathered no intrigued from that very statement. He was fuming. That strong dominant current of alpha energy pooled into the very room as that fight erupted between the pair. The fae seemed far from distraught, perhaps even going so far to goad him further... intentionally.

It was the mention of the word nark that brought a grin to the woman's lips, a comedic relief if you will, that Tetradore hardly shared... and only brought on a bout of confusion from Dorian. Had he truly not known what a nark was? As far as Mira was concerned it was well known by the masses or anyone... who had watched a single cop show in the history of their lifetime. Sebastian was quick to come to his lover's aid, the pair clearly together in every way. That fight seemed to continue on, that argument turning into something far closer to childish banter. Yet that back and forth hardly slowed even though Mira, Dorian and Sebastian had no choice but to watch on. If tensions were not high, it would have been far more amusing. Mira could not help but allow her gaze linger, never seeing Tetradore so out of sorts before. It was far better to give the pair their space to hash out those tattered nerves from that evening.

However, Dorian, Sebastian along with Mira herself seemed to cluster toward each other while Tetradore and Matteo became almost background noise. Who was she kidding, the she-wolf still hung on to every word. Curious of these strange dynamics. How the french fae seemed to goad his son all the same. It was intentional. She was sure and exactly what Tetradore seemed to need in that very moment. An outlet... to all of this madness.. Mira however.... Had no such time to process any of it truly. The night was almost like a blur of crazy. She had hardly expected any kind of impromptu 'meet the family I never talked about until now'.... The alpha almost dead set on keeping her in the dark... even now.. If it were not for Matteo, she was certain she still wouldn't know what was going on.

Now the reoccurring topic of girlfriend was something she nor Tetradore seemed equipped to answer. Yet... were they not something? If it looks like a duck... it quacks like a duck... it must be a duck.. Right? You would think so. It wasn't like she was dating anyone else... even made herself available to anyone save for Tetradore. Was she foolish to assume he had done the same? She would have known, wouldn't she? Perhaps there was something to.. These labels. It certainly would have made this situation a lot less difficult. How unprepared the Hispanic woman was to this very moment. She could hardly conceal how flustered she was as she all but fumbled her way through it.

Now... that term courting seemed to fall from Dorian as he seemed content to question Mira further. Courting? Was that even a term people used anymore? Fortunately, Sebastian once more came to his husband's aid. How unaware the golden-eyed woman was to Dorian's hurt from his brother's secrecy. That comment that left Dorian's lips.... Mira could admittedly relate to tenfold. She moved in a little closer... a sigh escaped her lips as she looked to Sebastian and once more to Dorian, looking at him straight into the eye as if he struggled with his brother's choice to keep them both a secret. Why? It was still a mystery to her. Was he ashamed? Did he not truly care? Yet... that hardly felt like the Tetradore she knew. She hardly allowed herself to mull over those words.. Hoping that perhaps... sincerity would be the right way to go. It was the only way she knew how to be. "I don't know if I will understand either. Tetradore is a very... secretive man. But he has to have a reason. I'm sure of it. At least we know of each other now. " Sure it might have taken a tragedy to force them all together... and yet... didn't remove the pretences of it all? That positive spin to it was added at the very end. Mira, even in spite of the situation she was in refused to only see things in black and white. Like someone could find the vastness of space terrifying, she found comfort and fascination within it.

Well.. that positive twist was better than the alternative. The woman didn't have the heart to say Tetradore never once mentioned Dorian's name even if there was a reason. She knew... he had a sister... and had spoken briefly of his father who had passed away. But why not this? They seemed nice... even with the fighting and the surprise. Tetradore had a lot... of explaining to do. She hardly envied the predicament he had made for himself... one that could have all been avoided.

Yet... with each passing moment, the weight of who these people were settled around her. These were his family.. Sure.. his secret family but it was his family nonetheless. She wanted to leave a good impression, regardless of who she was. She cared about Tetradore, far more than she had cared for anyone before. Mira never had to worry about the opinion of others... never putting much stock within it. The usually confident woman simply held her own head high... What a strange feeling to suddenly notice how straight your spine was.. Or that you didn't say something out of turn. How she could not deny that strange nervous flutter within her own chest!

Mira could not help but notice the french fae had suddenly appeared outside, teleporting about like it was a reflex... as was his fluttering about the garden that seemed to.... Be restored in an instant. It was like the man possessed an undo button to the chaos he had created. How did he do that?? What... an eccentric man! What was more... no one in that room seemed to be phased at all. At the very least Tetradore seemed far calmer than he had... the man visibly looked exhausted as he made his way to the couch.. Matteo soon to join him as he attempted to light a fire with his powers. That little trick once more brought surprise to everyone once more. More secrets... it would seem.

"Like father like son.." She mused almost cryptically to herself, amusement lingering within those words before settling herself upon that couch sandwiched between both men. She swore... if they started fighting again she would not have it!

Mira had to admit the fire... was awfully comforting. The soft sound of it crackling in the background, the warmth seemed to bring a much-needed calm over her. How her own affinity for lava seemed to be completely on edge, as though it threatened to burst free from her at any moment.. at least until.. She finally sat down which brought on a new conversation. The mention of the missing member of the family brought those spoken words. He was... balance and order. They explained he 'is' military. Interesting.

But it was Dorian's question that had Mira's attention once more landing upon the fae who seemed to make an effort to know her. She could not remember the last time she was ever questioned about her family.. How long had it been since she saw them.. Heard their voice.. Partook in those traditions she found herself occasionally homesick for. It was all for their own good and yet.. She could not deny she missed them. A pang of sadness gripped her chest before replying to Dorian's question about the size of her family. She leaned in slightly forward. "I did... uhh. I do. I haven't seen them some time. But on holidays and special occasions, the house was always full with the Ramos clan." She uttered warmly as if she could recall the memory with ease. All that was needed was the promise of good food and wine and every relative that was within travel distance would come out of the woodworks.

She smiled fondly at the memory as she had learned to not overcomplicate that moment with a story she was sure had no place tonight. They had enough to contend with for one night and... Mira was content to forget those problems altogether.

The conversation shifted once more then.. To how the pair had met. Sebastian had returned... with those drinks. What a sight for sore eyes. Yet it was the choice of drink that surprised her. Did she really look like a wine drinker? If they only knew her job upon that very ship. Did they even serve wine? She remembered those untouched in the cabinet below. How long was it since she had... wine? How she doubted it would do little to calm her own tattered nerves. Regardless, her fingers wrapped around the offered glass, her gaze meeting crystal blue eyes of Sebastian briefly. Was it her.. Or was... everyone in that very room. devastatingly handsome? Just how had it gone unnoticed until now.. She hardly knew. She swatted away the thought, for the better... it was the last thing she needed to focus on if she were to survive this night long enough to enjoy the sweet embrace of sleep. "Thank you, its... been a while since I've ever had wine.. We never really got many wine drinkers at the Ark." She uttered far more amused than she should have been then and yet brought the glass to her lips to take a test sip of the dark liquid anyways. Please be good. She would hardly be able to.... Hide it if she hated it. She had to admit... for wine. It was good. She was almost curious of what Tetradore and Matteo were drinking. Maybe she could pilfer a taste from Tetradore's later. If only out of curiosity of what fine liquor he was drinking. Call it... a healthy professional curiosity if you will.

With another sip, Mira went on to tell that tale. She sat... up straight, her legs together and slightly slanted toward Tetradore. She looked so... proper... for her.. So unlike the comfortable males that framed her. It was like she was at some damn job interview she never asked for. Yet she could not deny.. That pull to leave a good impression, even though Tet seemed content enough to leave her to the wolves.. She felt the warmth of Tetradore's own leg just centimetres away from her own. She desired that touch and yet she knew how... careful he was with any kind of public display of affection.

Dorian seemed to take such delight that she was a were. There was clear inquisitiveness to see her animal form, the woman surprised to be asked to see it. She had spent almost all her time with weres that her form had become as synonymous as her human one... she had never been asked to see her animal side before and yet his sheer delight in the notion of it was almost infectious. Who was she to say no? "Of course, I'd be happy to show you. I'm not nearly... as scary as Tetradore though.." She nudged him with her knee in a clear tease... yet... it was not completely true either. That all too knowing grin pressed across her lips, that lava state she was sure to be a thing of nightmares for some, Dorian... included.

She continued that tale... of that night so long ago. It had been years... since that night. How far they had come. Dorian seemed entirely baffled by the notion that people would trap weres... If he only he knew the half of it. It made the dark woods a little less safe... Yet Mira would not be an easy mark to capture with her abilities, she was certain and it had been a terribly long time since she spotted those traps. Mira usually stuck to Nightshade territory.

Tetradore broke his silence on the matter, further admitting it was dark hunters. Mira frowned at the thought, wary of hunters in general. Especially considering they could be so easily bought for the right price. Before she could say anything else on the matter. Matteo's french accented lyrics broke his unusual quiet. His words directed to Mira which caused her golden eyes to settle upon him once more. She could hardly help that chuckle that escaped her. She was apart of the family now, huh? The grin lingered upon her lips... perhaps slightly mischievous in nature. "You pose a good point. I don't think I would have it any other way if you ask me." She added with a firm nod of her head, drawing that glass once more to her lips, the liquid wetting her tongue. She barely pulled the glass away from her lips when Dorian once more brought up that mention of titles. Oh god, she thought they were finished with that.... Apparently not.

This family was nothing short of persistent! It was then all eyes fell upon Mira, once again without much of the help of Tetradore she was sure. She ran a hand through her espresso hued locks that fell smoothly to her shoulders. This time, she would hardly allow Tet to enjoy the luxury of silence. Her lips part in order to call out the were king but his own baritone voice beat her to it. Her lips closed as she whirled to face him. Did she just hear him correctly? Did he just ask her to be his girlfriend in a room full of his family? She searched for the emerald eyes that remained vibrant as always... even when that tiredness clawed away at him. His own tone spoke entirely straight-faced, which only made her question it all the more. He hardly moved to grab her hand... or show any indication of how he felt. Yet the words.. For him, were enough. She swore she nearly dropped that glass right then.

She could practically feel the full weight of those expectant eyes upon her. It was so quiet save for the crackling fire in the backdrop, as she felt that distinct warmth flood her chest. She hardly knew how much that title meant to her until she heard that very question.

So this was 'the talk'. It was certainly not how she expected this would go and yet the cat was out of the bag. Labels.. How certain she was she hardly needed them and yet why did it actually feel good hearing it. The idea... of being his as much as he was hers seemed... appealing. Tetradore's girlfriend. "I suppose labels.... Look good on us.. After all.." Her lush lips curled into a light teasing grin. She allowed her leg to touch his own, relishing in the simple contact. "This doesn't mean we aren't finished talking.. Though. But it certainly.. helps." Oh god. That was one plot twist she didn't see coming from tonight. "Yes. That's what I want that.. Lets be honest. Who were we fooling anyway?." They couldn't even fool his family.

Her gaze returned to the rest of the room who were probably full-blown staring at this point. "I guess you have your answer now.." She supposed... she did too.

Mira Ramos