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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.

and you're not here to get me through it all

Posted on March 08, 2021 by Henry Tudor

I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

The moment the door slammed shut, Henry began to pace in the room. Feet took him to the window, then back to the door, and then back to the window again. Fists were clenched beside him and he struggled to curb the desire to punch whatever he could get his hands on. It wasn't often that Henry got so visibly worked up, but he was at the point where there was very little that could calm him to a point of reason. He just needed to do something.

He remembered the talk he had with Nadya, that perhaps a way to release his built up tension was through his cat. But admitting that turning into his panther made him feel better was something Henry wasn't quite ready to do. He hated his cat. He hated what he had become and even still, his hate was not enough.

So caught up in his own thoughts, Henry barely heard the soft voice that came from the other side of the door. Sterling's apology should have made his body relax, the muscles losing some of their rigidity at the words. And yet, all they did was make Henry more angry. He didn't want an apology. He just wanted Sterling to believe him when he said he had suffered too. "Yeah...well, you have a shitty way of showing it." Despite the fact that Sterling said he was sorry, there was still a part of him that wondered if he really was sorry. If he was truly apologetic, why did he still hang mistakes over his head? He had made a mistake sleeping with Malia. He was only trying to feel something, anything but anger. He was trying to curb the hurt his heart felt at the belief that he had killed the one person he cared more for than anything else in this world.

Sighing, he leaned against the door frame, allowing his body to slide down it until he was in a sitting position. He knew Sterling was a mere inches from him, yet it felt like miles away. "A part of me died that night...Don't' think you're the only one hurting..." Henry may not have any physical wounds from that night, but he carried so much emotional scaring that it was impressive he hadn't already launched himself off a tall bridge already. Henry's wounds ran deep and really, the only person who could help heal them currently thought Henry didn't care. What a shitty place to be in.

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousands times again