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Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
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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.

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Posted on August 24, 2020 by MATTEO

The concept of a different world was, in theory, a near intriguing one to consider. Matteo, more than once, having near idly mulled over those very prospects and yet how strikingly different it was to go from mere idle thought to so being lost within that very world itself. He had understood Alexander's explanation and yet, until that very moment he stood within Sebastian and Dorian's home- only to find Dorian simply did not exist in that very space- Matteo had perhaps not truly....considered its implications. All hint of Dorian was gone from that stately home. The Dorian of this world, it seemed, had not even met Sebastian yet. Sebastian, in turned, seemed far more focused upon Alexander and himself then he had anticipated. It had been...foolish on his part perhaps, not to anticipate his son-in-law to be the very incubus he was when no Dorian existed to quell those very urges and yet even Matteo had been unprepared for the sheer and striking force of Sebastian's affinity. The Incubus was powerful. More powerful than the Frenchman had truly realised. Was the Sebastian of his own world this...potent? Was Dorian's influence all that truly kept that Incubus at bay? Hmmm. How very much more thought he might be inclined to afford his son in law when they returned to those correct worlds. Matteo, here and now, so finding his thoughts far more inclined to consider just how terribly.....nice Sebastian looked. That suit the vampire wore was nothing if not exquisite agianst his figure. Matteo near certain he had never noticed such a thing about any many before and yet it seemed near ridiculous that he had failed to ever notice just how striking a man Sebastian truly was.

The silver of his gaze, for several moments, was simply....unable to look away from the vampire even if some faint part of his mind continued to whisper that very warning to his ear that this was Sebastian's power at play and that it was most certainly not entirely appropriate to hold any sort of desire for his sons husband or....future husband or....whatever Sebastian was within this world. How wholly oblivious Matteo was to the very notion that Sebastian, in turn, could feel Alexander and himself fighting agianst that affinity. The Frenchman instead offered something by way of introduction. His insistence that Sebastian was his son-in-law all but given to fall by the wayside. After all, this Sebastian was so clearly...not. That hardly finished sentence, however, seemed to elicit the vampire's attention. The Englishman near prompted the finish of that sentence as Matteo considered those words once more.

"Friend. I am your friend or I hope to be. We both do."

Sebastian, he was certain, could take whatever meaning he might desire from those words. A part of Matteo was inclined to mean them all the same. That desire to be near Sebastian was almost overwhelming. Jesus Fucking Christ but he was strong! It was only with a near supreme effort that Matteo so managed to draw his gaze away from Sebastian and back towards his own Father. Alexander too so surely felt the effects of that Incubus pull. His companions...enjoyment of both men and women within his bed sure to prompt a perhaps more...potent pull toward Sebastian then even himself. Matteo's own heterosexuality, perhaps, offering the barest of buffers agianst the vampire even if, Matteo suspected, the full force of Sebastian's affinity- when not split between Alexander and himself- might prove near impossible to deny. They needed to keep that affinity split between them and yet....with both of them caught beneath its sway it would be near impossible to...defend against Sebastian if it was needed. Not that he could bring any harm to the vampire. Not when he was so terribly lovely. This.....was not going to plan. Alexander, somehow, managed to inquire after Dorian. Sebastian all-to-quick to confirm what Matteo had already come to expect. He knew no Dorian. The Frenchman's own lips parted, Matteo uttering toward Alexander that very sentiment that the pair, destined though they were, had not met within this world yet.

Any further thoughts Matteo had upon that very notion however were all but ended the moment Sebastian stepped towards him. Those vampire instincts, it seemed, were content to persist within the Englishman even beneath that haze of lust. Sebastian's insistence he smelled good was perhaps hardly surprising. How very used to vampires inquiring after his blood he had become over the centuries. Fae blood, after all, even in its weakest form- seemed to lure vampires like moths to a flame. Sebastian's tongue shifted to tease at his fang, though whether the gesture was one of hunger or lust- or some combination of both matteo hardly knew. A part of him was almost...inclined to see if Sebastian truly was as talented within that bedroom as Dorian claimed. Ah! Sacrebleu! Such thoughts! That near uttered warning on Alexander's lips was quick to draw his attention once more. Matteo for now, content to merely raise one hand ever so slightly in an effort to stave Alexander's blade for at least a moment longer. If Sebastian and Dorian were truly fated, and indeed he believed they were, then they.....needed Sebastian. At least if they intended to find Dorian. The Englishman had never truly been a terribly...violent man. There was every chance that nature persisted within this world. Would it not be better to simply....lure Sebastian? If only a little. Perhaps they merely need to wave the vampire around, in the metaphorical sense, to bring Dorian to them. Then again perhaps it was merely Sebastian's affinity still clinging to his very mind. One of them needed to be free of this affinity and yet how difficult it would surely be to coax the vampire to release one of them entirely. Perhaps he might....draw Sebastian's focus more fully to himself.

It was hardly difficult to adjust that neon orange vest just so as to offer a better view of his own chest, Matteo allowed his hands to shift downward to find his pockets then, that gesture nothing short of casual and yet how easy it was to pull his loose jeans downward just a little more. Sebastian offered a further view of his toned physique and too- that tempting V that led downward and towards his own groin. The incubus seemed to focus near instantly. Matteo's own accented lyrics found that room once more. The Frenchman offering the vampire some knowledge of his species only for Sebastian to confirm he had taken a Fae once- years ago. Matteo stepped forward then, closing that distance between them a little before allowing his teeth to find his lip as if he contemplated something- that gesture nothing short of purposeful. Was alluring a man much different to a woman? Surely he could do this. Those offered introductions were so readily aimed at pushing Alexander toward the back of the vampires mind once more. The Hunter played off as nothing more than a bodyguard, one that would surely not be needed. Sebastian, after all, surely meant him no harm, did he? The Englishman, as Matteo had near anticipated, was quick to insist he did not. Hmmm. Sebastian's nature was much the same then- if only a little less...restrained.

The Frenchmans gaze shifted from Sebastian then and toward that living room. Matteo oblivious to that very mistake he had made in drawing his gaze away from the vampire. That very act, perhaps, suggested he was not so beneath the sway of the Incubus as Sebastian desired and yet, for now, Matteo merely sought to draw that party further into the home. Sebastian's near ever-reliable manners so hardly seemed to falter, the vampire gesturing for them to make themselves comfortable in that Great Room only to insist he did not live alone. Shit. Sebastian settled upon that sofa then only to gesture for Alexander to sit beside him. Hmmm. The Incubus was hardly a fool. Alexander, it seemed, still well within the forefront of Sebastian's mind even despite Matteo's own efforts. Sebastian's query on whether or not it was this 'Dorian' they were looking for was met with Alexander's insistence that it was as his Father settled, with annoyance, into the chair beside the Englishman. Sebastian once more confirmed he knew no one by that name. Matteo's own features frowned ever so slightly, his silver gaze shifting to meet the oceanic hue of Alexander's own.

"??? ???? ??????. ?????? ??? ? ????? ?? ??? ????? ???? ??????? ?? ?????????? ?? ??????? ??? ?????????? ?? ????? ???? ???. ?, ?? ?? ?? ??????, ??? ??? ??????? ?? ?? ????????."

(I have something of a plan. I think fate will bring us to Dorian if we can get Sebastian to come with us. Whatever happens though, do not let him bite me.)

That decidedly ancient greek so smoothly fell from the Frenchmans lips as Matteo settled abruptly upon the arm of the sofa and right beside Sebastian in an effort to prevent the vampire considering that foreign language far too deeply. How easy it was to lean back upon that sofa, Matteo's hand coming to rest gently on Sebastian's shoulder in an effort to further draw the vampire's attention entirely onto himself. How very...pleasing it was to...touch him.

"We would be terribly grateful if you think you could assist us in finding Dorian, Mon Cher."

Was that not what Dorian always called him? Those accented words were nothing short of gentle as Matteo allowed his fingers to trace a near lazy pattern upon Sebastian's jacket, those idle circles drawing closer to the exposed flesh at the vampires neck and throat.

"Are we likely to be interrupted by this other who lives with you? Iam terribly uninclined to be interrupted."

Matteo's fingers dared to brush agianst the sensitive skin at Sebastian's neck. The vampire's flesh near surprisingly cool agianst the warmth of his own. Matteo, lent but slightly closer then, his gaze fixated upon Sebastian's own even despite that niggling within his own mind that this was a terribly dangerous game to play with an incubus.

"Tell me, Mon Cher, have you ever been to the Greek Islands? There is something I learned there, outside the Temple Of Aphrodite, that I think you would...enjoy and I would care to show you. Hmmm."

Matteo allowed his gaze to shift once more, to rove over Sebastian's fit figure, his teeth inclined to bite at his lower lip slightly again.

"Of course you will need to help us first, but I can perhaps give you a....taste of my idea if you are in need of...motivation."

How very assured he was Alexander might yet not let him live this moment down. Sebastian liked ideas though, didn't he?

c'est dur d'ĂȘtre un dieu.