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.
The bright blue of Sterling's gaze remained focused upon the pasta on the dish in front of him. He was well aware of the tension that lingered within the room as a result of his comment and yet, it was too late to take those words back. Sterling reached for his fork, circling the pasta around the utensil before he put it in his mouth. He was already thoughtfully chewing upon the pasta when Henry's voice broke the silence. That soft sigh upon his ex's lips drew Sterling's gaze back towards the table to his right as he swallowed the spaghetti in his mouth. A small frown crossed Sterling's features as his head shook ever so slightly, "No, that's not what I --" He hardly had a chance to finish his sentence before Henry leaned back in his chair, only to insist he visited every hospital for nearly two weeks an effort to find Sterling. The nurses, he insisted, had been uninclined to tell him anything. It was hardly the first time that he had been told this, Sterling, after all, had been entirely oblivious of Henry's search during his stay within the hospital. A soft breath left his lips and yet, for now, Sterling remained silent, allowing Henry to voice all those thoughts that lingered so heavily upon his ex's mind.
Sterling's head bobbed ever so slightly at Henry's inquiry of their first meeting. How well he remembered that day, when Henry had been smoking pot in the park prior to Sterling's intervention. The warlock had been...determined to assist in riding Henry of those very toxins the man had pumped his body full of in an effort to feel. How very long ago that had been. That trip down memory lane, however, was short lived before Henry spoke of his own fears of Sterling's death and how the very thought of it had effected him. He hardly doubted Henry when the Were spoke of his decision to turn back to drugs and alcohol, nor when Henry spoke of the guilt he'd felt at his belief that he'd murdered the Warlock. Truthfully, he didn't doubt any of the things Henry spoke of but it still didn't erase the hurt that Henry had sought the arms of someone else in an effort to forget the pain and grief and guilt of Sterling's faux passing. The bright blue of his eyes turned his pasta as Henry insisted how much he hated himself, a feeling Sterling was certain his ex shouldn't feel. At least, not for what he had become.
His gaze fluttered back towards Henry as his ex stood up from the table, abandoning his meal entirely as emotion filled every corner of his features. That question upon Henry's lips hung heavily in the air, though Sterling hardly had a chance to reply before Henry made his way towards the hallway and into his bedroom, the door slammed shut behind him. Sterling could hardly help his wince at the noise, another audible sigh left his lips as he leaned his head back, his eyes staring at the ceiling. He was so not ready to deal with this...especially not today. A soft groan of frustration left his lips before the Warlock abruptly stood. He slowly made his way towards Henry's front door, his palms placed upon the door frame as he leaned forward, letting his forehead rest gingerly against the door. "Henry..." He voiced before another soft breath left his lips. "....Henry, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just..." His voice trailed off for a moment. It was impossible to explain to Henry why it had hurt him so much, his ex was too caught up within his own emotions to comprehend how Sterling felt. "...I'm sorry." He finished after a moment, even if it was perhaps too late to apologize now. "I'm sorry for what I said...I know you did your best."
I'm on the ledge while you're so God damn polite and composed