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

but you'll still be my star


Posted on June 09, 2018 by ashton doss
East



He knew that manners, in general, were a thing of the past. No one seemed to care about professionalism, coming off as polite, or anything that resembled thinking of others before oneself. Perhaps that was why when he came along with his manners, people tended to baulk at him. He'd practically gotten used to it by now. So naturally, when she stated that his manners might get lose in the noise of the crowd, he simply nodded. "It wouldn't be the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last." He would always stand out. If it wasn't his appearance, then it was usually his accent or his manners. Those things seemed to set him apart from the crowd but he didn't mind.

However, despite their little discussion about manners, or lack thereof, she seemed to accept them and returned his handshake. She was a little over-zealous, much like this was the best thing that had happened since sliced bread. And yet, he said nothing. It was nice to finally meet someone who seemed enthusiastic about life. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Tate." He didn't quite call her by her first name. After all, they had only just met. First name basis was a sign of friendship, a friendship that hadn't quite formed between the two of them.

Once the formalities had been exchanged, they switched to the topic of his beer. He had told her that the taste does get better over time, if you give it time, that is. Her enthusiasm over the nastiness of his drink had him almost rolling in laughter. Alright, he gets it...it's terrible. She asks him why he kept drinking something that he used to hate. He sighed. "Well ma'am, when you're poor and don't have much to spend on drinking your troubles away, then you turn to the cheapest form of alcohol â€" beer." While parts of his words were true, it wasn't the whole entire story. "It's what my father drank. Naturally, like father like son." It was all his father drank. So when Ashton was old enough to start drinking himself, that was the go-to choice for his father. And when his father was buying, he didn't comment or complain.

After extending his hand and an invitation to dance with him, Ashton was quite pleased that she had accepted his offer. Slowly, he rose from his stool and began to lead her through the crowd, hoping to find a small sliver of real-estate that was unoccupied. Once there, she began to move with the music, using his hands as anchors. He tried his best to find his rhythm, though there wasn't much to be had in that department.

When her hands went to his hips, he eyed her softly. "You don't dance often, do you?" Slowly, he took her hands and brought them from his hips to rest on his strong, muscular shoulders. It was then that he let one hand rest on her hip, the other to rest on the small of her back. He began to try and match her rhythm as best he could in his cowboy getup with his boots clanking around on the dance floor.

But soon, her back was to him and the feel of her body pressed against his was exciting...in more ways than one. It had been a long time since Ashton had been this close to a woman. Normally, he kept a respectful distance. And with country dancing, there was usually some space between the bodies. He never had gotten used to the grinding nature of dance these days.



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