East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

whatever you say, say nothing;


Posted on April 12, 2017 by lukas beck
East
don't think twice, it's alright

Immediately he feels guilty at startling her, and he snaps his gaze away from where she'd spilled on her hand to pretend he hadn't noticed. It was that or apologize, and that would make him feel like just as much of an ass. Instead he looks down, inspecting the grain of wood in the table as he slides into the booth across from her, and is surprised to find himself start to feel trapped and anxious.

He was too old to be counting change, and definitely too old to feel nervous sitting across from any woman, however beautiful.

Cautiously he set down his own coffee, blowing out a breath when it trembled at the rim but did not spill, and looked up to find her hand extended. "Oh," he said, and shook hers, his grip firm but brief. "Lukas. Pleasure to meet you."

Gripping his mug in the hand he'd shaken with, he followed her gaze to the window, quirking his lips at the lashes of rain on the glass. "Me too," is the best he can muster before the racket by the door draws both their gazes, Lukas's eyes narrowing until he realizes there's no problem but the rain. He lifts the mug to his lips, steam swirling up, but pauses at the sound of her laughter. It was as warming as his drink, and he finds himself grateful for such an easy going table-buddy. "I bet. Can't imagine many people are in a hurry to vacate their tables now."

Over the sound of voices and clattering spoons and lattes being made he glances back down at the paper, shaking it out and eyeing the sections. Toward the back there was page of Help Wanted ads, but as he leafed toward it she spoke again, and he glanced up to meet eyes not far off from the color of his coffee.

Truth be told, those odd jobs were what he was most interested in, but he didn't want to admit it to this stranger. Instead he folded the paper back to the front page, tapping his finger on a sidebar story that ran above the fold. "Says there were three people shot last night near the harbor, but doesn't give many details." He frowned, scanning the lines as he took another sip of scalding coffee. It was good - rich, not bitter, smooth as velvet. Still probably overpriced.

And probably terrible of him, to care more about that than violence. He glanced back up at her, an eyebrow raised. "Is that normal around here? I'm new to town. Didn't do my proper research before moving, I guess." He smiled and leaned back in his booth, the rain on the windows casting speckled shadows on his face.

If he knew just how in over his head he was here, he probably wouldn't be grinning.



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