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

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Posted on February 17, 2018 by henry tudor
East



The conversation about Sterling was a hard one. He loved that boy more than anything and he wanted nothing more than to give himself fully to him. Perhaps one day he would be able to love Sterling in the physical sense. But for right now, he had to just trust that time would prove healing. Malia's assurance that Sterling would forgive him had him smiling softly. "I love him more than anything...I think that's why it hurts so much knowing that I'm the reason he got hurt." Had he just listened instead of being so stubborn, he might have avoided hurting Sterling all together. He sighed softly. He wished he could rewrite the events of the last few months. Unfortunately, he could not time travel...as much as he might wish he could.

Her hand gripped his, squeezing it lightly and he offered her a smile, thankful for her kindness. It meant a lot to him that she was here for him. Despite all that had happened even between him and her, she still stuck around. Somehow, she chose to tolerate him and his depressive state as of late. She was a true friend, something he needed to remember more often than he did.

He listened to her words, nodding softly. He knew that he needed to forgive himself so they could truly heal, but it was a hell of lot harder said than done. He wished he could just wave a magic wand and erase everything that happened. Unfortunately, that was not how the world worked.

She took a sip of her wine and have him the thumbs up. He chuckled lightly, taking a sip of his own. It was a good wine, almost too sweet for his liking, but he wasn't complaining. He asked about how her pack was treating her, hoping that they were as patient with her as he was. He knew that her innocence could be taken advantage of and if they ever hurt Malia...they would have him to answer to. She was his friend and he cared for her deeply.

She mentioned that Tetradore and Frost had come to some sort of truce and he simply looked at her curiously. "Is that so? I hadn't heard." The issues between Frost and Tetradore ran far too deep to simply be forgotten over a truce. While they might have temporarily paused their feud, Henry knew better than to believe that things were actually going to end.

The waitress came back around and set a small bowl of salad topped with ranch dressing in front of each of them. He grabbed his fork and began to stab the roughage, putting a forkful into his mouth. He waited for Malia to do the same. "Well? What do you think?" He took another bite, hoping that she found it palatable. While it wasn't his first choice in meal, it did go well with steak so he would indulge it every now and then.




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