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
LET ME LOVE YOU TO DEATH; harlequin
Posted on May 11, 2017 by AMOR CONSTANS
AMOR MARCEL CONSTANS
THE BEAST INSIDE OF ME IS GONNA GET YOU
v a m p i r e
Things usually went Amor's way. And perhaps he was a bit spoiled because of this. He had allowed himself to become demanding, impatient and expectant. Teaming up with Delmazio Marcello had been his most successful move he had ever made. It left him cushioned with estates and facilities in and around New York City, New Orleans Louisiana and Portland Oregan. All of which served the under belly of the cities, feeding fiends and satiating deviants.
It fed his ego and his pockets; it indulged the monster.
But here, in a world all it's own , it was taking time to get his footing.
The club was slowly coming together; going with a gothic/burlesque theme rather than the bar he started out with a decade ago. And this time too, he had to work hands-on - learning to like it as he literally gets to put his own twist on it. Today he spent his time sanding and staining the mohagony. Having spent hours in the place and having no desire to return home, he simply walks out the front door and begins down the sidewalk. In a complete mess - so unlike him - with his long, auburn hair in a bun in an a-shirt covered in stain and faded jeans.
My, have things changed.
So dramatically it seems that he is stopped mid-stride like he hit a wall. A wall of a searing clusterfuck of emotion, leaving his fingers numb - they curl into a fist as he inhales a sweetly familiar scent. It hurt, just to know that she was near, here. His chest and jaws clenched, he releases a soft growl. All he wanted was to pick out some fabric for the draperies, - he was thinking a maroon velvet. Perhaps gold tassels and trimmings. But why he now stood with others passing him, with a look of bewilderment on his face was beyond him.
Everything was a whirlwind. The Romanian wanted to turn around and for the sake of his Harley he should. Amor's cheek fluttered and his dark-edged faced hardened further. His breath deepens and his broad chest heaves. And despite himself, his stormy eyes flicker in search of her. Flooded by the mere memory of his fingers tangled in her midnight locks. Just the smell of her taunted parts of him that had long since been forgotten; barely discovered before they were torn apart. With a step, he denies himself; angered by the notion of his own weakness.
This battle that raged left him leaning against the brick facade of a small shop. She was she only getting closer but he found himself unable to move. Placing a boot upon the wall, he smiles - feeling himself drifting further into madness. He chuckles, wanting to deny her presence; only to look up from the cracked sidewalk to watch her walk around the corner. A brow cocks as he eyes every last sloping detail of her body; she had only become more woman since the last time he saw her. The last ten years had been gracious to her, more delicious than he could recall.
She was so close now that even if he wanted to turn and walk away, it would only bring her attention sooner. And thus he waits, forcing his vision downward until he saw her shoes. His eyes finally trail back upwards to meet her eye to eye with a crooked smile. "How such a sweet face can bring such agony." His jaw clenched once more as his view flickers between those one of a kind violet eyes.
emotional manipulation