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!
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.
She could feel the near tangible shift in the air as the pair leaned in towards one another, whatever seemed to always charge when they shared such close space. Nearly palpable it crawled tingling down her spine, only intensifying as she watched Sebastian's slow decent upon her wrist clutched so securely between his fingers. The remnants of that decadent chocolate tinged with the flavor of his blood still lingering on her taste buds, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth unintentionally as his lips closed around the sensitive flesh there. A soft sound escaping her that was somewhere between pain and pleasure before her eyes fluttered closed and whatever discomfort may have existed at that bite was washed away by his potent venom. There was something even more intimate about being able to watch the vampire partaking of her blood and she could not resist seeing his reaction as his tongue lapped gently over those fresh wounds and he moved to pair the taste with the crepe she had ordered for that exact reason.
Her gaze steady upon his own as he wrapped his mouth around her fork in such a near sensuous motion, the accompanying deep sound of enjoyment the taste seemed to provoke causing something to curl pleasurably deep within her as well. Her breathing notably shallower as her chest rose and fell, the effects of Sebastian's venom still rushing through her body potent effect. The teasing exchange in regards to how the other tasted garnering that smile and gentle laughter even as she couldn't help but inquire what would come next in regards to the forming of their bond or otherwise. Her head tilting slightly to the side as she processed his response as to what would strengthen that new connection between them, blonde locks shifting to the side as one hand ran habitually through them as she considered. There was no doubt she had come to enjoy the feelings the vampires particular brand of venom elicited but she found a part of herself intrigued at the idea of partaking from him as well. She was a predator, after all.
The thought drifted away however as she watched him move languidly digging for his wallet before sliding a stiff card towards her. She observed it while he continued on, the black lettering stark on its surface confirming the information and she smiled back at him softly before placing the cardstock into the back pocket of her jeans. Moving back to grab her fork and carve off another piece of her desert she could only cut her eyes sideways towards him in intrigue at the fact that he had an hour longer to spend with her. Consuming that bite and letting her tongue run across her lips to chase the last vestiges of whipped cream from them she shifted back towards him slightly.