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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    3 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

every king has a story, of ancient glory101.180.50.145Posted On December 09, 2017 at 11:35 PM by Dorian Aragona

Dorian AragonaHis Royal Majesty


It did not take long, as Dorian suspected, for Dareios to arrive. His own silver hued gaze glanced away from the screen of that phone as he tucked the little device back into his pocket to eye that sleek car as it pulled up beside those ornate gates he stood outside. He could hardly help that grin that adorned his features at the sight of the other man. Dorian inclined to find Dareios a decidedly pleasant individual and one whom was nothing short of excellent company. He had looked forward to spending even a little of the evening in the fellow’s presence, his intrigue in those antiques he so delighted in near as extensive as that curiosity he found in Dareios himself. His own head nodded politely in greeting to the man as he stepped from the car, that suggestion to remove themselves from that light rain before it became anything more extensive readily seized on by the Italian King.

“It is no bother, I hardly mind the wait, though I will be glad to be out of the rain. I am very pleased to see you again too.”

He gestured lightly for Dareios to lead the way. Dorian moving to follow him through those gates and past that security detail that adorned them. How impressive that home was! The Monarch eyeing those detailed front doors with a clear intrigue as he trailed after the man and inside the warmth of that home. His own hands reached to unbutton his coat, his own scarf removed and hung neatly on that rack as Dareios declared that show room to be in the basement. Dorian affording him an almost quizzical look then. The basement? An explanation of that very thing followed a moment later. Dorian entirely assured he understood well how comforting that idea of home could be. That near knowing grin finding his lips all the same as he nodded once more.

“I think I understand that well. The busier I become, the more time I spend away from home and the more I find I miss it and yet- where once I missed my home in Italy I have become so very attached to my house in the Heights with Sebastian that I now consider that my home with far more fondness then I ever did my Palace. How long have you had this home? It is quite splendid.”

Those accented lyrics fell smoothly from his lips. That near age-old manner of speaking still entirely pronounced within the Fae King as he inquired after that home. Dorian moving to follow Dareios once more towards those stairs that led downward. Sebastian, he was sure, would have taken a great delight in seeing such a home as this, Dorian assured he would tell his boyfriend off it the moment he arrived home. The Monarch pausing to glance briefly down that hall and towards the rest of the house before falling back into step behind the other man lest he appear at all impolite.

“Do you keep household staff?”

After all, it seemed rather a large home. Surely Dareios did not attend to it himself? Dorian from a time in which near any being of importance kept a small army of staff. A home without them decidedly foreign to the man. Yet too, whether or not Dareios lived alone was a curiosity that so seemed to settle within the Monarch then. Had he a wife? A girlfriend? Dorian shaking such thoughts from his mind as they reached that basement, the vampire flicking on those lights then to illuminate that large space. Dorian’s eyes widening in a clear curiosity of those pieces that existed before him. The Fae, by nature, a terribly curious being. Those age-old pieces seizing his attention readily. Dorian already moving towards the first of those antique armoires, his fingers lifting to trace along that intricate pattern that adorned the wood. How he adored those pieces! That sudden suggesting of wine seeing his head lift, a simper finding his lips.

“I am Italian Dareios, we never turn down wine.”

That soft chuckle echoed from within his throat then, the genuine good humour clear as his attention drifted to that decorative end table that rested beside that first piece.

“How old is this? I like these details. We do not have anything like this in Italy. Where ever did you get it? Ah, forgive my questions. I get a little carried away sometimes. I spent so long away from the world I fear I missed several centuries and all that came with them. These antiques, for me, all appear so new.”





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