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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

    11 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.

    Rowena MetcalfEmma MikaelsonSebastian EllingtonKohl JonesPhaedra AlderDareios Auerbach Amelia MarekEve ThornAndras SteinLisé DupontVitani Lovelace
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    Dupont Circle

    5 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'byrneWilliam Townsend
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    Hawethorn Village

    6 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 AikenElain Daray
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    River Dale

    11 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 DorianMalakai KanaitaSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars 166.137.118.61Posted On January 07, 2018 at 5:55 PM by vhalla solarn

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared


His onslaught did not let up, even when she was screaming into his skin as she was pushed so thoroughly over the edge. As she continues to shatter around him, she tilts her head back as she is filled with pure ecstasy. When Lazarus finally slows his movements, she is quaking beneath him, limp with pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She’s thankful for the small break as she begins to gather her wits, her body finally under control enough to prop herself up in her elbows, those blue eyes traveling to Lazarus with wanton need. Moving her hand up, she presses against his chest forcefully, the man rising up off of her only barely. When Vhalla gives him a shove again, he finally realizes just what she wants as he’s maneuvering them both, a hand reaching down to grab her bottom, her skin entirely sensitive from that recent climax. She can’t help but shudder at his touch as he lies down on his back, Vhalla now straddling him, those lustful eyes looking down at him.

She allows those seductive words to fall from her lips as she rises up off of him, still connected but only barely. Her blue gaze narrows down at Lazarus when his hand finds her hip, gripping her to keep her in place. A brow arches at him, daring him to challenge her, truly, it didn’t seem that Lazarus would back down from a challenge, especially in their current predicament. His growling words merely cause Vhalla to grin down at him, though she’s hardly prepared for his next declaration as his hand seems to tighten on her hip and he simply slams her body down onto him. Tilting her head back, she gasps in pleasure, her eyes rolling closed as her hands curl into fists in his chest, successfully scratching at him again. He was so much deeper this way, she felt so entirely full. She takes a moment, adjusting to him before she can look back down, her stark white hair falling in waves over her shoulder, brushing Lazarus’s chest. “That wasn’t fair,” she groans out, but she hardly cares as she begins to move her hips slowly at first, only picking up speed as she goes on.

Again, her head is thrown back, eyes closed as that wildness takes over. She can feel everywhere the man is touching her, his hand on her hip urging her on as she continues her onslaught. And by the way Lazarus’s breathing becomes even more ragged, she knows he’s getting close, even as her body climbs ever higher for a third time that night. And somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that what was building inside her body would rock her entirely. Opening her hands, she firmly plants them in his chest before lowering herself to him, her breasts brushing against that defined muscle of his chest as she wraps her arms around his neck, all the while she continues to move faster. Her moans take on a much louder note in that moment as she feels herself on the edge, knowing full well she wanted Lazarus to follow her over the top that time. Digging her nails into his skin, “Laz... please,” she begs him again just as she shatters around him, continuing to move herself along his manhood as she works her way through those throws of passion just as Lazarus climaxes.

Another whimper escapes her lips as she finally stops, though she hasn’t removed herself from him. Her body is shaking in the aftermath, her hands securely wrapped around the back of his neck as she pants heavily into his neck, their bodies slick with sweat from the exertion. It takes her moment before she can come down from that high, her body rolling to the side and off of his member. She’s unable to prevent that quiet moan that leaves those luscious lips as he leaves her body, her frame entirely sated now as she presses against his side, nestling her head on his arm, her hands loosely lain on his chest. “I have no words,” she murmurs just as that darkness swallows her completely, hardly caring she was spending the night with a man, who she was supposed to hate, in a bed she absolutely despised. For now, she was content, that sleep finding her far quicker than it ever had before. And a dreamless sleep it was, for the first time in years.

Morning light filters through the bedroom, the two having found their way under the covers at some point, Vhalla still oblivious to the world. And as she is still sleeping, she’s entirely unaware of the stirring of Lazarus, the man having awoken before her. Her body is still in that relaxed state, as she rolls over, placing her head on the man’s chest, a hand coming up to rest by her face. Her breathing is slow and the woman looks almost young then, her face not creased with a frown. It was almost as if everything that was currently going on in the young woman’s life simply did not exist. Her lips part slightly as she mutters unintelligibly in her sleep, her naked body pressing up harder against Lazarus as she is slowly drawn from that darkness. It is slow at first, the shifting of her eyes beneath those lids, a quiet moan falls from the tip of her tongue as her eyes slowly begin to blink upon. Blinking several times, she tilts her head up, only to be met with Lazarus’s green eyes, her body going from an entirely relaxed state to stiff as a board.

Clenching her hand into a fist, she remains where she is for a touch longer as the night floods through her system. “Oh my god,” she says quietly, “We... did we...,” the woman practically falls over her words as a blush begins to creep up her neck, flushing her pale skin. Truly, it was a sight to behold, Vhalla blushing under the man’s gaze as she attempts to find her words. Instead, she promptly shoved her body away from him with bruising force, snatching the blanket from the bed to leave Laz exposed, she wraps it around her frame as she launches herself to the bathroom, locking herself in. Her heart is pounding wildly as she puts her back to that door, sliding down, briefly aware of how deliciously sore her body was. The night comes rushing back to her and she’s almost mortified at her actions. Burying her fave into her hands, she pulls her knees to her chest and remains there, hoping Lazarus would be just as horrified and leave of his own accord.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered



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