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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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    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

THERE'S PATHS TO MAKE THE HEART BEAT72.175.194.175Posted On June 17, 2016 at 10:13 AM by DARIEN AYRES

If fear is in the mind
then my mind lives in fear

Seb managed to break down any walls Darien had spent years building. He was impulsive with his emotions around the vampire; vulnerable, weak. It frightens the Fae and when he realizes this, he pulls away. Wiping away any wouldbe tears from his eyes, feeling ever so foolish and emotional. Pathetic. So fucking pathetic! His cheeks turn slightly red from a blush of embarrassment, not sure how to react or say. He wanted to apologize like he always did, but even if he wanted to, his throat tightens up and nothing comes out. Pathetic, stupid! He impatiently reaches over to grab the whiskey bottle, taking another large swig of it and fighting the flinch from the burn of the alcohol. By now he feels the buzz and he knew his unstable emotional state was bound to get worse if he didn’t pace himself.

But it was hard. A coping mechanism he relied on now. An addiction and one he wasn’t ready to give up yet. In fact, he found himself rather loving the painkillers, too. Where he couldn’t find the same feelings people get from each other, he found in substances.

Darien quickly decides to change the subject back to what it was intended, looking down at the pavement, his shoes, just whatever was in his field of sight. For Darien couldn’t look at Sebastian now. “What do you mean help me with,” He points at the cut on his face in a lazy, intoxicated manner, “ these?” Was there some potion or some power he had? As long as it didn’t require Darien making an ass of himself any longer, he was willing to try anything. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was his affinity towards the vampire, but he’s quite willing at this point. “It’s not gonna hurt, is it?

Because he had endured enough pain quite recently, in every fashion from mental to physical.

Standing up from the bench, Darien’s mood changes from depressive to devil-may-care. He doesn’t wait for a reply. He was feeling wide awake and energized; both by the whiskey and by Sebastian. It surely was the whiskey at this point and the company, but at least he wasn’t a shriveled little mess any longer. For the first time in several minutes, he looks Seb directly in the eyes, sniffling away any last remnants of sadness. “I dunno about you but I say a change of scenery would be nice. I’m sure someplace more private would have to do for this though, right?Maybe my hotel room? No .. too frank, too direct. Even though he wanted to say it, nervous butterflies fill his gut. Should I? Darien bites his lower lip, arguing with himself inside his head for several seconds before his voice finds its footing.

It cracks a little from the anxiety. “I have a room at some shitty motel not too far from here.” He can’t say anymore, and instead looks down and then back at Seb, waiting and watching his every inflection for a sign. But what sign was he looking for? Anything that wasn’t a shutdown he supposed. For there was an attraction. One that was new to the fairy and he was still trying to find his confidence to explore it, to accept it. His heart races, worried, waiting, wondering. Seb obviously had some of these same feelings, right? You don’t grab someone’s waist and kiss them at a bar if there isn’t some attraction, right? Was it simply that all vampires were lust filled little gremlins? Darien had so many questions, but it all seemed so rude to say anything. Part of me doesn’t want to know, actually.

And there it was, the truth. Even if it was a trick or a lie, Darien was happy to live in it. “Or we could go someplace else, I mean. Just … I’m fucking this up, ain’t I?” He gives an edgy smile and a short chuckle to accompany it, taking another swig and offering it to Seb as a counter measure. I’m fucking this up, yep.



Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to dust
♔ nickdiazfan character by nook, lyrics by wolf alice




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