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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

    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

    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.

    Johnathan HolmesKatherine DorsetGia Jones Aine O'byrne
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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

    9 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 EveroRegan IzumiElenore DorianSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
well I wasn't expecting that50.46.131.56Posted On August 23, 2017 at 11:52 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian Ellington

Crowned Consort of Italy


Despite that past year he'd spent within the fae Monarch's arms, the vampire still found himself ever enamored by the King. That desire he held for the man never once waned in the slightest, that lust perhaps only worsened by that undercurrent of pure and overwhelming love for the man. Their often nightly rendezvous between those bedsheets surely spoke much of their feelings for each other - feelings that were rare to voice out loud. In spite of all of those nights that had come before this one, Sebastian still found himself wholly looking forward to whenever that 'next time' might be, if only for the simple fact that he was rather certain that evening spent within those bedsheets was unlikely to occur on this trip or the extended vacation they had only just decided to take. Still, to have the King to himself to please over and over and over again was far more delightful of an idea then he was willing to admit. That notion that Dorian might have a plethora of ideas to so accomplish that surely achievable number of five was distinctly arousing in itself. His thoughts entirely capable of becoming lost within at least mentally stripping his lover of those clothes.

That mischievous grin upon Dorian's features still hadn't fully prepared him for that condition he was met with - to use those fangs but once. His own eyebrows arched upwards ever so slightly in surprise and yet, he was certain that if he was able to utilize all of those affinities at his disposal, that number could certainly extend beyond 'five'. Still, that challenge the Monarch presented him with only further encouraged him to near rise to the occasion. Sebastian stepped closer to his lover in that moment, his voice dropping slightly lower. "Darling, you have no idea what I am capable of." And yet, there was a certain level of truth to that simple statement. Sebastian had failed to disclose those abilities he held, at least, not all of them. "Do you think you can wait that long for my fangs?" He inquired, altogether aware of the anticipation he could bring to his lover from just the near touch of those teeth grazing against flesh. God, the thought of it all, of the imagining of that future evening and all of those previous ones that stood out within his memory certainly threatened to bring about a visible show his own preparation for such a night.

Thankfully, Dorian seemed willing, in those moments after, to redirect both of their attention to the market and the numerous stalls that lined that walkway. It was fortunate, perhaps, that he was given something else to consider, particularly considering the sheer number of individuals that not only surrounded them but surely recognized them. He watched his lover's form near intently in the wake of that conversation, watching as the man plucked that apple only to lightly toss it towards him with the comment of that meaning once held behind such a simple action. Sebastian was perhaps a bit too eager to bite into that fruit, only to further share it with his lover. That single fruit, however, seemed to prompt within the vampire those more mortal desires that he had near all but forgotten - that hunger near gnawing at his stomach with a grumbling sound that hardly went unnoticed even by the King. That inquiry on whether or not that sound was him prompted a near pout upon his features, his voice far more bashful as he admitted just how much he'd forgotten of what being human and alive felt like.

His boyfriend's assertion that he could fix this was unexpected, just as much so as the way Dorian quite suddenly stepped away to wander back into that market, leaving the vampire alone to his own devices. He could hardly help the way in which he shifted nearly uncomfortably at that slowly increasing distance between himself and the fae. Those internal concerns of his own near dependency upon his lover in those moments ever more present as Dorian moved between those stalls in an effort to shop all on his own. The vampire was entirely grateful that the King hardly wandered long before returning to his side, this time, with a small box clutched between his hands. A glimpse of curiosity touched his features as he was handed it, the man slowly opening it only to peer at the contents. That near assortment of food was delightful, the smells altogether intoxicating as Dorian pointed at those foods in turn. He could hardly help the way he reached for that chocolate covered strawberry first, the Monarch's insistence that it was supposed to eaten last only prompted a small near begging glimpse from the man, though truly it was hardly enough to stop him from placing it between his lips. Sebastian could hardly help that glee as Dorian gave him, the taste of that chocolate on his tongue prompting a near equally as satisfied sound from the back of his throat.

That chuckle that left the King's lips only served to bring a simper to his own as he held out that offered bit of strawberry to the King, entirely determined to discover whether or not this strawberry was particularly good or if his tastebuds had truly robbed him of this delectableness in his death. Dorian's assurance that this one was simply amazing was enough to satisfy him, the vampire near falling silent as he selected a piece of cheese, listening to his lover all the while. That idea that Dorian's first purchase by himself might be done for the vampire's comfort alone was a distinctly pleasing one. The vampire quite enjoying being the object of the Monarch's attention even in something as insignificant as money spent. Even so, Sebastian was entirely willing to nibble upon that cheese as he followed his lover towards that vineyard and the rows upon rows of grapes. He watched as his boyfriend's fingers trailed upon those vines and leaves, that sensation of touch clearly one quite strong within his lover, though Sebastian hardly minded in the slightest. Rather, it was that inquiry that drew his attention from the olive he'd moment's ago popped within his mouth, his own shoulders shrugging ever so slightly. "I have a lot of things." He responded with simply enough. He had things he never spoke of, things he deemed hardly as important to mention, he had small businesses here and there such as the vineyard and the horses and yet, he had still shared with the King far more than he had ever shared with any other being.

Though Sebastian had certainly never seen the palace of Turin, the thought of what a royal vineyard might contain certainly captured his interest. He was certain that, in comparison, even his own vineyards would be lackluster. Still, that notion that wine from his lover's own period was lack luster brought a grin to his features all the same. "The one in mine was hardly much better. But, as long as the soil is still good, you could always replant them. Italy has some amazing strains these days." In fact, his own thoughts were already drifting to the sort of grapes that would excel within the climate further south that he himself simply could not grow. Sebastian hardly even noticed the woman in front of that table of those wines, the man so entirely caught up with that consideration of Dorian's vineyard, at least, until the woman addressed him personally. "Ah, Martha, only for special occasions I fear." He commented with a warm grin, entirely unwilling to admit even to his own staff how or why he had discovered this newfound skill. This gift of life was one he was keen to keep secret for near long as possible, if only for the implications of all those who might try to take advantage of his lover should they discover that ability. Dorian, on the other hand, seemed equally as keen to move the conversation along, instead inquiring after one of the bottles of red wines.

She seemed quick to forget that question entirely in an effort to inform them of those rich undertones and the delectable care that went into that wine, facts that Sebastian already knew well and yet, he let her continue all the same. That glass that was offered towards him was turned down with a small shake of his head, his hand instead reaching for that shaved ham within his own little lunch box of sorts. That inquiry drew his attention towards his lover and yet, he hardly had the moment to respond before even Dorian's gaze became side tracked with a mention of a man he hadn't anticipated yet. His own head rose sharply, his gaze brushing over those individuals that milled about that winery only for Sebastian to find himself failing to see the fae Frenchman at all! Dorian's consideration that maybe he'd had to much brought a small snort to Sebastian's nose. "Or maybe you haven't had enough. Martha, could you have a few bottles of the Cabernet sent up to the house and...maybe let him try the Monbazillac." Though the vampire himself was making a distinct effort to keep any sort of buzz from his system, he scarcely saw a need not to let his lover sufficiently enjoy himself and the result of those years of careful aging.



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