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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.

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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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
    2 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
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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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

and the sun also rises101.191.89.165Posted On May 22, 2016 at 7:00 AM by Dorian Aragona



Sebastien, he has decided, is one of the most perfectly distracting creatures he has ever met and yet it is a positively glorious distraction all at once. One Dorian relishes in, from the teasing touch of his lips as he seeks to distract him from the utter conundrum that is jeans, to the playfully offered words that taint the accented timbre of his voice with an amusement and teasing jest that brings that smile to Dorian’s lips all the same. A grin laced with an affection of sorts for the man beneath him. He desires him, desperately so- all of him and in every sense of the word. So many of the last few years have been filled with little more than nervous peasant girls, bashful servants or those bound by loyalty to his crown to provide him with whatever entertainment he craved for the night. Sebastian is none of these things, the vampires’ utter confidence and assurance in his own movements, his distinct lack of shyness and willingness to simply enjoy what Dorian is sure is made to be enjoyed is distinctly attractive. It had been a long time, desperately long, since any being had commanded such desire from him, Dorian rather assured in this man he had found something of an equal between the sheets- and he relishes within it. Yet he still craves more of him, aches for that touch he has so far been denied by the vampire’s well-practiced hands, his own moving backward and down now to grasp the man gently. If only to see if he might encourage more from him.

There is a certain pleasure to be taken in watching the vampires own reaction to his touch. Sebastian’s lips parting and breath quickening in response to the skillful movement of his hand. Dorian is entirely content to afford his partner every bit of pleasure he remains assured the vampire can provide in return, one perhaps some of the vampire’s previous partners had neglected to lay upon him and yet truly the fae delights in it, all of it. His teasing fingers however, at last, seem to have stirred the very reaction he desires from the vampire. Sebastian’s fingers move to hook within his jeans, Dorian more than willing to be maneuvered as the other man desired. He allows himself to be pulled all to easily up the bed and face to face, shifting his hips in an effort to assist in the other man’s determination to remove his loose jeans, Dorian glad to be rid of them. Before finally, finally, Sebastian affords him the touch he has been craving.

A groan of pleasure readily pulls itself from his lips, the fae responding in every way to Sebastian’s hands, his own ceasing their endeavours if only to fully enjoy what is being offered to him- determined to return the favour afterwards, relinquishing control in its entirety to Sebastian for the first time tonight. For now his own hands lift upward, entangling themselves in the other man’s hair, fingers running through those dark locks before he brings his lips firmly to Sebastian’s own- his form as close to the other mans as he can bring it to be without interrupting the touch of his hands. Dorian so unashamedly stealing kiss after kiss once more. His own breathing has quickened considerably, his heart rate equally so, the vampire feeling near hot to his own touch. Dorian is entirely assured he will hardly last much longer within Sebastian's hands and yet he desperately seeks that release, the pleasurable peak to this union- praying truly the vampire would not deny it to him now. His lips part from his companion only long enough to find Sebastian’s name uttered upon them, seeking, desperately, to encourage him further to finish what he’d started. His own head tilts slightly, lips pressing against the other man’s jaw and just below along the soft, sensitive flesh of his neck and throat. The gesture sees his own neck exposed, teeth grazing against Sebastian’s own skin, affording the vampire a subtle invitation- one Dorian has not forgotten. He is offering the vampire his blood, Dorian finding himself craving even that bite as Sebastian had said he would, another groan of pleasure resounding from within him and against the man’s neck in a release of hot breath.

Dorian is decidedly determined to relish in everything Sebastian has to give.



Dorian
♥dante



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