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

akin to stars in crystal skies


Posted on October 31, 2017 by anastasia romanova
East


The anticipatory drumming of her fingers upon the cellular phone that rested on her knee was nearly lost to the pattering of raindrops upon the towncar's windows. There was, really, naught more for her to do as the light of the sun had quite quickly begun to recede into the cradle of the waiting horizon. Even now the shapes outside of the windows had begun to fade, to coalesce into the waiting darkness of the eve, the world robbed from her slowly by the condition that had plagued her since her childhood. She had made a habit long ago of not venturing out beyond the twilight hours; however, the promise of this evening's company had proven a lure far too tempting to forgo. It had been a great many years, greater in number even than those that had separated her and Alexander, since she had last seen Matteo, though his annual birthday greetings were as reliable as the rising of the sun and something she had come to enjoy quite a lot.

Anastasia had been befuddled by Matteo's congenial advances at first, as reluctant to accept his hospitality, his presence even, as she had been towards Alexander in the beginning... as belicose in death as she had been in life, rebellious towards the man she would come to adore as much as she had done her biological father. But, as it so oft tended to do, time had shifted the opinions of the fallen Duchess, had loosened the vice that had so long kept her heart sealed against the generosity of the French gentleman... and she had embraced him as wholly as one could have hoped.

So it was that her excitment, concealed by her customary austere veneer of course, multiplied as the towncar slowed to a halt before the lounge's storefront. Her polished heels tapped gently against the stone steps, her entrance heralded by the tinkling of the cafe's bell, Anastasia hardly stopping to shed the coat she wore before gliding across the glistening wood floor to embrace the man that had long ago become family in his own right. "Matteo," she cooed, offering a quick kiss to each of the man's cheeks in turn before venturing a step back to regard him. "It has been far too long, I have missed you so." A smile, so much a rarity upon the generally-stoic facade of the Russian woman, spreads easily across the crimson bow of her lips. She turns then to Alexander, a single kiss placed upon his cheek as a hand rests lightly upon his shoulder. "Otets," she whispers in greeting before turning, finally, to the new acquintance that had been promised by Matteo.

She knows this man as she knows nearly everything else: instinctively. The broader details come to her automatically, at least, with the finer bits to be sussed out as the evening unfolded. "Your Majesty, it is a pleasure..." she lilts, a single falsely-delicate hand extended in greeting to her fellow royal.

Anastasia Romanova

Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia

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