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

so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes {HARLEY}


Posted on July 24, 2018 by BRENDEN
East
Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside

Brenden


7:28PM

He had been staring at the blank page of his sketchbook for at least an hour, nothing coming to mind, at least nothing he wanted to draw. Setting his pen down, he watches it roll off the desk and clatter to floor in the silence of the shop. Brenden glances down at it, his brown eyes watching the way the pen rocks back and forth on the ground until it stops. Staring at it for a long moment, he reaches down and picks it up before putting it inside his sketchbook before he shuts it with finality. Reaching up, he pinches the bridge of his nose, a stress headache already being induced. His tattoo shop's grand opening was just around the corner and he still hadn't decided on a name. When it came to inking someone's skin that was easy, but the moment he had to creatively think in words... his brain began to turn off. Sighing, he pushes away from the desk, stretching his arms above his head.

Dropping his arms to his side, he lets his eyes wander the room, from the new chairs he had purchased, to the receptionist desk in the front, the office he now stands in the doorway at the back of the shop. It was small, intimate but it was his. His sister had started college in the new city, the man feeling obligated to move with her so she might not be alone. It was pointless though, Emily deciding to stay on campus because she wanted him to focus on his career. Scrunching his nose at the memory, he now had a house that was far too large for just himself so he had opted to stay at the shop recently, moving a bed into the corner of the office. Brenden had no intention of allowing people into the office as it was, it didn't seem like such a bad idea to have somewhere comfortable to sleep if he didn't feel like heading all the way home. Plus, the shop was closer to stumble back to when he decided to go out drinking.

Pushing all thoughts from his mind except for the blasted shop name, his eyes wander back to the black sketch book sitting on the desk, glowering at it briefly before he exits the room. Moving towards the reception desk, he trails his fingers across the new wood, his brows furrowed in concentration before the ding of the bell echoes around him. Eyes snapping up, he watches as a woman enters the shop, the neon closed sign clearly blinking in the window. Frowning at her, "We aren't open," he tells the woman gruffly, hardly caring if he was polite or not. Brenden hadn't opened the shop up to the outside world, at least not yet but clearly this woman had other things on her mind. "We don't open until next week," he growls out, deep tenors reverberating through his chest.

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