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    The Residences

    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!

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    Anacosta Heights

    10 residents

    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.

    Ceara HadeRowena MetcalfEmma MikaelsonSebastian EllingtonKohl JonesPhaedra AlderDareios Auerbach Amelia MarekEve ThornAndras Stein
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    Dupont Circle

    4 residents

    Dupont Circle

    Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. Although these houses are somewhat small (often two to three bedrooms) they 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 for the neighborhood as a whole.

    Adelaide LabelleJohnathan HolmesGia Jones Aine O'byrne
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    Hawethorn Village

    5 residents

    Hawethorn Village

    Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawethorn 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.

    Serafina DuboisDavante DorianAnastasia RomanovaLazarus DarayMiyako Aiken
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    River Dale

    10 residents

    River Dale

    River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold true to the victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans and the occasional brick beams.

    Isolt GriffinAlekai EveroKillian CarrickRegan IzumiElenore DorianSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
and i'll be there in a heartbeat101.180.53.52Posted On May 09, 2017 at 4:45 PM by Dorian Aragona


He had surely known in those moments in which he so pressed his lover to the wall of that bathroom and subject his form to those gentle caresses that the vampire would surely go about seeking some sort of revenge and yet- was that not the very idea? How he craved his attention in turn! Dorian entirely content to leave the man wanting in those moments after he queried just whether or not his new, living body, experienced that wealth of sensation far more potently then his more vampiric figure might ever be capable off. That nearly breathless reply was entirely tempting to him, Dorian wholly assured in those moments of just which of their games he might like to revisit now and yet that heated water still called all the same. His lips pressed a final time to that sensitive flesh of his lover’s neck, Dorian leaning at last away to allow the man that chance to move from the wall before making his way into that shower with Sebastian in tow. The Monarch so readily anticipating the manner in which the man arms encircled his waist beneath that stream of warm water and so drew his body flush against his own. Those hard plains of Sebastian’s chest felt entirely glorious against his back, the water adding a slickness and blissful heat that Dorian found wholly arousing if only for the simple sensations it added to this dance they knew oh so well and yet never tired off in any sense. The Monarch so unable to prevent that soft sound of appreciation that already escaped his lips in the simple anticipation of what was surely to come.

He allowed his head to be turned, stealing that all-too swift kiss from the man before those husky words were uttered softly within his ear, amusement tugging at his features now and yet how even those words might prove to delight him! An ache of sorts settling within him for just that touch he knew was surely coming. The very idea of what his lover might do with that soap was entirely glorious to even consider as that almost teasing inquiry befell his lips. Dorian reaching for that bar of soap in the wake of Sebastian’s almost solemn nod of assurance before placing it within the vampires own upturned palm, his silver-hued gaze watching his lovers hands readily lather within that soap. His own form shifted then, one arm reaching behind and up to wrap about his companion’s neck, the length of his figure pressing all the more eagerly against Sebastian’s own before his lips found place on the mans neck once more. Dorian so attempting to fluster the vampire in turn and tease at those desires he knew could be coaxed from this single place alone while almost daringly offering the entirety of his frame to his consort in turn. Sebastian’s fingers so readily found those hard plains off his own chest, following those curves and lines that made up his figure and outlined each muscle. That touch decidedly pleasant, Dorian willingly leaning into those gentle caresses if only to encourage those hands all the more, Sebastian’s thumbs pausing to circle against those more sensitive places upon his chest and command them into attention. A soft, almost breathy moan of satisfaction released against that heated skin of the vampires neck for the attention placed upon a part of him so often ignored.

Sebastian’s hand however, had hardly finished, or so it would seem. Dorian wholly aware of those soapy fingers sliding upwards and over his shoulder, gently grasping at his neck to guide his lips away from the vampire’s warm flesh and to his own lips in turn. Dorian keenly meeting that kiss, that want within himself rapidly beginning to build, his gaze fluttering closed in the appreciation of that simple kiss before Sebastian so suddenly took his own bottom lip within his teeth. Dorian’s gaze fluttering open at that unexpected gesture, that sensation unreservedly glorious as a groan so reverberated within his chest. Sebastian leaning away within almost the same moment, that soft huff of frustration parting his lips now before the man’s hands suddenly travelled lower. The sensation of that soap was nothing short of divine. The manner his companion’s hands slid so effortlessly over his flesh a new and welcomed sensation. Sebastian’s fingers gliding then over his hips, following those natural lines of his figure to trail down his inner thighs to his- Dorian’s eyes fluttering closed once more. God it felt good. His voice becoming breathless now.

“You’re missing the good parts.”

That Sebastian was surely missing the good parts on purpose was evidently clear, Dorian uttering it all the same, that simper tugging at his lips even if he knew most surely his lover would not be hurried in any sense. How wretched he was! Sebastian’s fingers at last moved back upward and across his hip again, this time, so finally, affording attention to that part of himself Dorian was desperately assured required those touches the most. That physical want undeniably clear upon him and made even more so the moment his lovers fingers moved to encircle him. Dorian making no effort to suppress that groan as his head laid back against Sebastian’s shoulder, his hands coming to rest on his lovers arms, his fingers tightening as those caresses became all the more firm even despite that soapy wetness of the shower itself. Dorian assured he had spent a lifetime under-appreciating the glories of soap. His hips beginning to roll in some effort to further those touches upon the length of himself, his breathing steadily increasing, only to feel Sebastian’s hands begin to move away.

“Dieu, vous êtes malheureux parfois, je vous aime, mais vous êtes misérable!”
(God, you are wretched sometimes, I love you, but you are wretched!)

Those French lyrics fell breathlessly from his lips. His gaze fluttering open once more, Dorian pressing further back into his lover before the vampire hands moved to cup at his butt, his fingers tracing along that crevice. A sudden, soft gasp, fell from his lips at that touch before his lovers fingers continued that further exploration to that all the more sensitive place. The sounds of pleasure stirred readily from his lips now. Dorian leaning all he more willingly back into the man once more. Dorian assured he needed those touches. God these things he could do with his hands! Those husky, whispered words heard between the sounds that stirred in his own throat.

“I beg to differ. Though I fear….if you do it again, we may not make it to that bed at all.”

He managed at last, his breathing and heart unsteady, Dorian turning within his companion’s arms now to face him and draw the vampire down into another kiss, this one far deeper and more passionate then any they had yet shared tonight. That want and desire Sebastian had coaxed to life pressed eagerly into that kiss. His tongue swept against the vampires lower lip, encouraging him to part them, allowing him that truly intimate kiss as his tongue caressed his companions own. His hands came to rest upon his lovers own hips as he did, his form grinding against Sebastian’s own now, so allowing him to feel every bit of that arousal he was entirely responsible for and- in turn, veritably coating Sebastian in that soap as well. Dorian at last breaking that kiss to glance down at the soap all over them both, the Fae softly tugging his lover beneath that stream of water, allowing it to tumble over them both now and begin to rinse that soap from them- his own hands content to offer but the most subtle of teasing touches throughout to assure his lovers want remained entirely. Dorian reaching for that tap only once that soap was gone- shutting off that water- his hand entwining within the vampires own to lead him from that shower now, pausing only to allow them each to grasp a towel and dry some of that wetness. Dorian assured there was little need for it beyond that, his own tossed unceremoniously back into the bathroom the moment he deemed himself dry enough, the Fae pausing beside his bag to grasp something from within it (though not that gift just yet) before drawing his lover back to that bed that had so once been the beginning of so much. Dorian content to tug the vampire to the very centre of it.

“Hands please.”

That impish grin had settled readily upon his lips once more, Dorian waiting for Sebastian to hold his hands out, the Fae so taking that moment to display that which he had retrieved from his bag- a fancy black silken tie. One eye lifting just slightly in anticipation of this game they had played once before and yet one Dorian was wholly assured he had discovered how to improve upon in every sense. His own hands reached forward, grasping Sebastian’s wrists and so encouraging the vampire to place them behind his back, Dorian crossing them neatly over each other before slipping behind the man to set about tying them firmly together. This knot far less gentle then the last had ever been. After all, the Monarch was assured now of Sebastian’s comfort with such things. This time, however, he made no effort to tie his companion’s hands to the bed itself in any sense. Dorian merely content with the vampires veritable in ability to reach him. His lips pressing softly now to his lover neck once more and just below his ear. His skin tasting so gloriously sweet and clean and warm beneath his lips. Those words softly murmured then.

“Tu es sexy en noir”
(You look sexy in black.)

The Fae hardly lingered long behind the man however, satisfied with his own knots he so shifted to rest before him once more. Dorian taking that moment to encourage the vampire to kneel, the Monarch so moving to take up the same position before him, an almost thoughtful look seeming to linger upon his features now as he regarded his lover with those silver eyes. Ah, but how perfect Sebastian's body truly was!. The Fae wholly aware of the sensations he was quite assured he could provide his lover with here and now and too- the intensity of them if he so chose. That simper upon his lips.

“I think it is so I have found a way to use but one of my powers that may only work on you when you are in this state of living. I should like to test just how sensitive you are, but you are far too good at distracting me. That is why I am so trying to keep your hands otherwise occupied. For now. Shall we test?”

It was easy then, to simply lean forward, letting his lips find Sebastian’s own again, his own hands lifting to tangle in that gloriously damp hair of the man he adored and so deepen that kiss all the more. Dorian holding every intention of returning those favours offered within the shower. The Monarch allowed that kiss to continue for but a few moments before letting his own affinity come into play. Focusing that veritable life energy itself to his own lips before pressing it into Sebastian’s own through that kiss, allowing those sparks of life to dance teasingly upon them. Sebastian afforded a moment to so become aware of just how that power felt before he pulled away, tilting his head to press his lips now to the man’s neck and just below his jaw, letting that life itself dance across the vampires skin, teasing those nerve endings into excitement with every kiss as they so willingly responded to his own affinity and yet- with Sebastian’s body so living as it was- Dorian was assured those sensations would hardly fade back into that embrace of death and leave the man cold, rather, Dorian had so simply found a way to so delightfully increase the pleasure of his kiss and in turn- his touch upon a already living body. One that, so innately, craved that life all the same. One hand lifted just so, a single finger trailing from the man’s collar bone to his chest, circling a loose, light pattern across those glorious abs before trailing back up to brush across but one sensitive peak of the man’s chest. His own lips working slowly down the mans neck. Leaving a trail of warmth, energy, pleasure and life in the wake of all he touched. How good it surely was to be alive! Dorian quite content to celebrate that life in the most sensual of fashions and so make use of his companions newly sensitive form....


Dorian Aragona




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