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

for pleasure seldom has a cure


Posted on August 19, 2018 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON
East

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona


In that singular moment, Carolina had become the Englishman's soul focus, the Italian Prince entirely capable of losing himself within the taste of her blood. Even despite the sweet taste upon his tongue, he was entirely aware of the warmth of her breath against his neck. The sound of her moan was wholly arousing, spurred on by that gentle caress of her fingertips against his neck. It had always been that vampire's greatest weakness, a place even Dorian tended to dote affection on for the very reaction it pulled from Sebastian. He gave into her desires, to a certain extent, pulling her body closer against him, resulting Carolina settled within his lap. That very life that flowed through her veins brought the Victorian man to life in turn. His skin no longer seemed as pale, his eyes no longer as dark and his senses were altogether acutely aware of the woman as he slowly let his tongue brush over those wounds he'd left upon her flesh, encouraging that blood to cease it's steady flow. It was only after he was satisfied that Sebastian pulled away from the ever enticing Carolina. Although there was a part of him that had every desire to have more of her, that promise he'd made to his husband at the altar was far too important to him. Thankfully, in the wake of that venom that so coursed through her system, Carolina hardly seemed in the right state of mind to further press those boundaries and his own self control.

His lips pressed deeply against her own, that kiss the very extent of the affection he allowed himself to provide, a glimpse, of sorts, of the want he had for her. That soft whimper as he pulled away brought a soft chuckle to the vampire's lips as he eyed her bottom lip that protruded slightly in that pout. For a moment, Sebastian eyed her sweetheart lips, contemplating those very kisses he could bestow upon her, even if he knew well where such tended to go. In the end, however, the Italian Prince leaned back against the plush material of the sofa behind him, allowing her to, in turn, snuggle closer against him. Sebastian was all too aware of her lips against his neck as he inquired if she wanted, that tender sensation coaxed a soft groan from his lips. Her breath altogether warm again his skin, teasing in every fashion. "Giovanni, fai un altro giro, per favore." He commented to his bodyguard, altogether aware of that glance of disapproval the man gave him, even if not a word left his lips as the Italian went to retrieve the second round of drinks he had asked for.

That soft brush of her fingers against Sebastian's chest drew his blue eyes down towards her, watching her as she seemed content to study him. He hardly anticipated her sudden inquiry, that surprise surely showing on his features. "What is it like?" Sebastian inquired, almost uncertain as to what she was referring to. What was it like...to be dead? To consume her blood? "You taste like...." He paused, considering it for a moment, "A Banana Foster's." It was curious, perhaps, to compare blood to such a food, something creamy and yet, not too sweet. "But it's always there, that dull hunger, even after having you." Even despite that admittance of that desire for blood, he still found a small warm simper creeping across his features, as if to suggest it was not truly worth her considering in the first place. After nearly two hundred years, he had gotten used to those nuances of being a member of the undead.

tell you pretty lies
look you in the face & tell you that
I love you
even if it's fake

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