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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
never let me fall, you saw me through it all60.227.72.125Posted On August 26, 2017 at 4:01 PM by Dorian Aragona


It was surely foolish perhaps, to so allow his mind to make that leap towards the very idea that Sebastian was surely taken ill at the mere rejection of that glass of wine and yet, Dorian had so forever been a distinctly observant being even when he hardly intended to be as such. He had never once seen Sebastian turn down a drink even if only out of mere politeness to accept it from whomever had offered it to him. The Monarch quite assured that the English, as a people, often seemed wholly inclined to enjoy their wine in almost as much of a fashion as the French and Italians. To have Sebastian wave away several of those offered drinks only further sought to distress the Fae King. After all, one rejection might simply be a dislike of the drink in question, yet two rejections was all but unheard off! Dorian so struggling then to keep that look of concern from his features and most assuredly failing abysmally in the attempt. That gentle query as to his health only seeming to distress his lover in turn before the vampire inquired as to whether or not he should feel sick. Sebastian’s worry only furthering Dorian’s own until the Monarch called that affinity to himself, his gaze studying that light of life that glowed brightly around his lover- if only to assure himself his own powers had hardly weakened and the sun might somehow be causing some illness upon him. That light however, remained as vibrant as even his own, this entire affair terribly perplexing and yet the very idea his lover might be sick was more then he could stand. Vampire or otherwise he had seen far too many others succumb to sickness. For all the medicine of the modern world and the distinct lack of those diseases that had once killed so many the Fae King hardly remained convinced. The veritable trauma of his early years in those dark ages still entirely worth fearing to his own mind. People became sick so easily, so readily, Sebastian’s living body surely just as susceptible! That observation of his lack of enjoyment of that drink at last falling from his lips- only to be met with laughter.

Both eyes rose distinctly upward at that rich sound. Dorian not at all assured he understood just how the idea of Sebastian’s sickness might be worthy of amusement and yet the simple relief upon his lovers features so had a fashion of easing his own worry in turn. That simple explanation of the effects of that wine on a decidedly mortal form, one Sebastian had so far not made any attempts to test that alcohol on, readily saw that look of understanding dawn upon his features. Of course! How foolish he had been not to consider it. The very idea making perfect sense. Thank the heavens Sebastian was entirely sensible enough to consider as such. Dorian entirely assured that had their positions been reversed he would surely have ended up stumbling in some state of drunkenness about the lawns. A look that was surely better avoided given the amount of people whom had already recognised them. Dorian unwilling to have but a single photograph of either of them printed in which they were less then sober in the very least. That relief spread easily over his entire figure in that moment, that apology readily on his lips even as Sebastian moved to wave it away with the assurance he desired to enjoy the rest of the afternoon before he allowed himself to become incoherent. Dorian allowing that soft chuckle to part his lips then, the Fae oblivious to that half-truth of sorts he had been told.

“This seems a sound plan.”

He commented softly, amusement touching his features then. Dorian pausing to ask after what else his lover might like to do before the close of that show. After all, Dorian had surely spent the better part of the day dragging him about, the Monarch entirely willing to allow Sebastian that same opportunity. It was the mention of that butterfly dome however that managed to stir that look of hesitation to his features. His silver gaze lifted away from that wine then, the Fae pausing to taste those last few drops before eyeing that dome with some measure of wariness. That assurance that they hardly need step inside was entirely comforting and yet Sebastian had been so good-natured in following him about all day, surely he could allow the man to enjoy that singular exhibit he had asked after? It was with that very resolve that the Monarch so attempted to force that confidence into his words, the Fae wholly practised in doing just that if only because his very role as King demanded it and yet, he suspected, his lover might know him far too well to be fooled by it all the same. Still, he remained nothing if not determined, Dorian content to declare he had not yet been stung by a butterfly and by that notion alone they were surely one of the safer insects to allow himself to be near. That gentle correction in regards to the lack of ability of a butterfly to sting saw his gaze glance upward all the same.

“One among them may have evolved, we cannot be sure.”

It was largely better to be cautious in this situation- of that he was entirely certain. Dorian falling easily into step beside Sebastian all the same as they made their way across the green and towards that popular attraction. The crowds of people seemed nothing short of delighted by their arrival and yet the Fae King remained largely oblivious to them, his gaze far more fixated upon that dome and the clear fluttering he could see within it. Dorian distracted from those creatures only by the attendants efforts to assist them. The Monarch near demanding the members of the public remain is only for the distraction they might provide to the bugs. Sebastian’s inquiry as to whether or not he was sure met with another nod. Dorian wholly determined he could manage a single lap of that enclosure for his lovers benefit. The warmth of that space was pleasing, if nothing else, Dorian pausing to look at a singular, blooming flower only to have a butterfly flutter from it. That single sound of surprise echoing from him before he near hurried to Sebastian’s side lest that creature dared to follow him. His hand gripped his lovers own, his face burying into the back of Sebastian’s shoulder. The man unaware in that moment of just how his heart had seen fit to betray him too- that heavy thumping readily felt through the ring upon his boyfriend’s finger. That determined ‘I’m fine’ was mumbled into the cloth of Sebastian’s shirt. The vampire, perhaps wisely, readily agreeing with him as Sebastian’s head lent slightly back to press against his own in that touch of affection that was truly comforting. Sebastian’s hand squeezing his own in that soothing manner, Dorian content to merely keep his face pressed into that fabric and follow behind all the same.

He had hardly anticipated that sudden fact upon moths and their apparent lack of mouths, the surprise of that singular piece of information momentarily punctuating that fear. Such curious things readily appealing to his ever curious nature. If they could not eat then how did they survive? Moths were not at all like Fae or Vampires he was sure. They were mortal and by that notion required at least something didn’t they? That lack of mouths too surely made them much less likely to be able to bite him. That was comforting if nothing else. That sudden mention of a ‘flutter’ and had he known they had been brought in from around the world prompted his own head to shake against his companions back. Dorian largely oblivious to his lovers attempts to calm him in those moments, the man at least somewhat distracted by those facts. The very idea that butterflies had clear wings apparently enough to prompt his head to lift even briefly from Sebastian’s shoulder to glance upward and towards the nearest creature only to hurriedly glance away again.

“I…..might like to see that…..perhaps.”

The idea of Sebastian’s talent for mirrors playing upon those clear wings was so seemingly enough to at least prompt words from the Monarch. Dorian wholly considering that idea of clear wings further before Sebastian announced they had made it around that circuit at least once. That…..had not been too terrible, he supposed, Dorian eager to exit all the same. At least until the mention of that Monarch butterfly, this supposed butterfly king. Dorian daring to peer to the side in some small show of curiosity for this butterfly dignitary.

“It better not fly at me, Bastian. I shan’t forgive him if he does.”

It was…larger then he had anticipated. Dorian momentarily eyeing that pattern upon its wings. That ready anxiety still clear upon him all the same. The man perhaps inclined to admit it was pretty provided it hardly moved. His silver-hued gaze glanced upward once more at that assurance they were delicate creatures, so delicate in fact, that touching them might somehow lessen their ability to fly and thereby bring about their death. This he had not known. Dorian eyeing that creature further- at least until Sebastian’s declaration that butterflies were perhaps more delicate then even he himself, that readily teasing tone stirring that snort from the Monarch then. That butterfly momentarily forgotten.

“Oh, hush.”

His hand playfully shoved against his lover then, that smile at last returning to his lips before that realisation of where he was seemed to return to him, Dorian hurriedly reaching for Sebastian once more before proceeding to lead that way determinedly out of the butterfly dome and back into the gardens. His heartbeat still distinctly heavy as that near sigh of relief fell from him. The man working hurriedly to at least attempt to return himself to his usual composure. That slowly lowering sun and lengthening afternoon at least lessening the crowds that might witness his momentary lack of demeanour. His hand remained easily within his lovers own al the same, Dorian content to wander towards that small collection of fountains then and away from that butterfly dome and the chuckling crowd.

“I did not know that you knew so very much about butterflies, Mon Cher. I am not assured whether this worries me or not.”

That warm simper managed to find its way to his lips once more, those words wholly teasing as Dorian stepped into that small garden of water features and fountains, his hand releasing his lovers own only to reach towards that statue of a lion’s head- water cascading from its mouth and into a pool below. Dorian so allowing his fingers to dip into that water with that same curiosity he had touched those leaves and flowers.

“I think we should have a fountain at home, don’t you? I rather like the sound.”

His form shifted slightly then, Dorian content to seat himself on that white marble bench beside the fountain before laying himself along it- his fingers reaching back behind him to trail through that water once more before a look of amusement so readily seemed to find his features.

“Do you know what this reminds me off?”

He held that hand up easily then, water dripping from his finger tips and across his palm.

“Do you remember that time when I still lived in that apartment and I flooded it? You had to come over and repair it. I’d been sleeping in the lounge room for days because there was a cricket in my bedroom too.”

That smile so readily tugged at his features once more at the simple memory of that evening and the reading of that fan mail that had followed. That the very evening Sebastian had asked him to move in with him. How he might surely never forget that! His form shifted slightly then, making room for Sebastian on that bench. His words tainted with amusement once more.

“Do you know what else this sound reminds me off, hmmm? That very first bath we ever took. That is one of my most favourite memories to think on. Oh, and that evening I got paint in your hair after the Chopin concert. I’ve quite decided I am actually very good at making a mess aren’t I?”


His Royal Majesty


Dorian Aragona

The King of Italy




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