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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!

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Anacosta Heights

    8 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 MetcalfSebastian EllingtonKohl JonesPhaedra AlderDareios Auerbach Amelia MarekEve Thorn
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    Dupont Circle

    3 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.

    Johnathan HolmesKatherine DorsetGia Jones
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    Hawethorn Village

    4 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 RomanovaMiyako Aiken
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    River Dale

    8 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 EveroElenore DorianSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
;; cause you're the best thing that ever happened to me50.35.0.252Posted On July 27, 2017 at 1:03 AM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian Ellingtonfor pleasure seldom has a cure


There was something decidedly arousing at the notion of taking the fae King to one of such establishments - and of letting his fae lover chose that very thing they might utilize to further enhance those already wholly satisfying moments between those silken bedsheets. He could hardly help that soft simper that crossed his features at that near crimson hue that filled his lover's cheeks at the sheer openness of those usually hushed topics. Though the man certainly showed his age in that wish for some sort of secrecy surrounding such activities, Sebastian could hardly deny the enjoyment he found in opening the Monarch's eyes to all of those experiences they had not yet explored. The truth of the matter, however, was that the vampire took such enjoyment from venturing beyond what was deemed as 'vanilla' purely because of those pleasurable sensations he was utterly assured he could provide that Italian he had such intense feelings for. For so long, Sebastian's worth to others had been within that bite, within those honed abilities at such love making. It was how he knew best to show the Monarch that he loved him, particularly when he was certain those words he might provide the man would fail entirely to impress upon Dorian the sheer wealth of infatuation he had for the King.

"Then I will take you there." The vampire responded with a small simper upon his features, even if he had not quite considered the difficulties of such a venture. After all, the pair were rarely left alone together when they ventured outside the walls of that mansion. Dorian's bodyguards tended to follow them like near shadows, not to mention how poorly it would reflect upon Monarchy as a whole if they were caught in such a scandalous place by the Media. It might have been perfectly legal and acceptable but image tended to be everything. Even so, Sebastian was entirely content to watch his lover as he observed that gift, pulling it from it's box and associated wrappings before making an effort to examine the thing. In this, the vampire remained silent on his intentions for the evening. Rather, he planned quite purposefully to present the King with it's use in the heat of that moment. As it was, the vampire hardly found he had the patience tonight to introduce the gift to the King in the slow fashion he likely should have. The simple fact was that the ache within his loins was near impossible to ignore. He so simply needed Dorian in a way that seemed almost ridiculous considering it had been a mere two nights since he'd last had his lover. Two bloody nights and he was already coming undone.

Sebastian was almost glad when the fae put that gift aside, the King's focus falling back upon himself where the Englishman so selfishly desired it. He drew the man closer against his figure, his lips meeting Dorian's in that kiss before that simple suggestion of far too many clothes had him readily agreeing. He hardly protested in the slightest as the fae's fingers toyed with the hem of that shirt, pulling it over his head only for it to be discarded with little care. He had near longed for that touch in any and every fashion, that simple brush of the man's fingers against his cold skin was enough to prompt a soft sound from his lips. How he'd missed the heat that accompanied his lover's touch! The gentleness of it! It was utter perfection and yet, Sebastian still so desperately wanted more than just that. His hands moved readily to the bottom of that jacket, peeling it from the Monarch's fit figure. How he adored that body that leaned against him, how Dorian could so craft within him such a steadfast lust! The Englishman shifted, rotating them in such a fashion to roll back onto those sheets, placing his lover's back against that bed that had become theirs. That sound of near delight at that sudden movement caused a near mischievous grin to trace his features, even as he leaned down to let his fingers trail against the tender flesh of the Monarch's side.

He gripped the hem of those jeans, sliding it slowly off Dorian's figure as his lips left a warm, fluttering trail from the King's collarbone, down the middle of his chest, before slowly working his way over towards the side of his lover's hips. All the while, the vampire shifted lower down Dorian's body, dragging those jeans with him only to deposit them with equal amounts of lack of care upon the floor. It was only once he'd seen to the removal of all of those clothes the King wore that Sebastian slowly leaned back, his blue eyes slowly trailing down his lover's physique, the man content to simply observe all he had uncovered. He was hardly oblivious to the fashion at which Dorian seemed to squirm beneath the weight of his cerulean eyes. That near whine upon the man's lips prompted a ready grin upon his features, the vampire entirely aware of that shift of the King's form beneath him. "Hm?" He inquired with a vague air of mock innocence, as if he hadn't the slightest notion what Dorian might have wanted from him. That begging, however, hardly lasted for long before Dorian's fingers found the hem of his own pants. The vampire was wholly eager to assist in the removal of his own jeans, his hips wiggling out of that tight material in an effort to help his lover only for those pants to be discarded and forgotten of entirely in those moments later.

He hardly expected that sudden press of Dorian's lips against his jawline, those teeth grazing down his altogether sensitive neck caused his breath to falter. Sebastian was altogether aware of the King's fingers upon his thigh, tracing further and further towards that place he so desperately desired the man's touch. How he so wanted that affection from the Monarch! And how incredibly cruel that even momentary hesitation seemed to be! That sudden sliding of Dorian's hand caused a groan to leave his lips as the King finally took him in hand. His breath all began to quicken with that firmness and that teasing touch of those softened lips to his neck. That sudden biting of Dorian's teeth caused his head to tilt back, the vampire entirely unabashedly providing the King that moan he had been seeking. Several quieter groans followed in the wake of those firm strokes, his blue eyes only slowly refocusing upon the man at the sound of those Italian words. His own breath was ragged, even as he offered the Monarch some resemblance of a reply between those audible breaths, "Sarei felice...di fare di...piĆ¹ per te." (I'd be happy to make more for you.).

It was, surely, the simple fact of that time apart that so prompted Sebastian to move from his lover's grasp, shifting backwards onto that bed, his hand reaching out to guide his lover with him. That foreplay only caused that lust within him to spiral in a fashion that made the vampire altogether eager for that intimacy so often shared between their couplings. He wanted Dorian, he needed him - now. His head nestled on those pillows, his knees rising to spill off to the side in a fashion that created a valley of sorts for the Monarch to lay against his form. His hips shifted upwards just enough to provide Dorian access to that very place he so desperately desired the man to be. He wanted that closeness, he wanted to feel Dorian against him and within him. He wanted to see the fae, the vampire wholly unafraid with that stereotypical intimacy that came with such a decidedly classical position. Rather, Sebastian intended to embrace it. His sapphire gaze remained steadfast upon the fae King, entirely trusting that Dorian would know what he wanted. They had waited long enough.



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