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

they call me heart breaker


Posted on October 05, 2018 by boone kendrick
East



He waited patiently for her to answer his question, wondering if she liked his appearance or wanted to ask him a question. Most didn't see Boone Kendrick as the drop dead sexy sort of fellow. However, his thick Scottish-American accent was breathtaking and tended to make the thighs of women tingle a little bit. It also helped that his smile was charming and welcoming, descriptions that were only reserved to his smile. Never had anyone told Boone that he was charming or welcoming. His personality was a little more...singular in nature.

Eventually, she indulged his questions, asking him what he was. At first, he was a little puzzled. "I'm a man in a diner waiting eating breakfast..." He chuckled at his rather simple answer to her question, even if he knew she had meant something else by her question. She seemed to clarify then, asking him what species he was. Ah. That question. He hated answering it, though. In fact, he hated that he was a fairy. Women tended to think he wore spandex and glitter and fluttered around the room handing out fairy dust. It was nauseating. He hated disappointing them when he said those fairies were only in fairy tales and books.

He waited to answer her question until the waitress had left and he had successfully taken a full bite of his breakfast. "I'm a fairy." He said it rather matter-of-factly, despite how he wanted to gloss over it and make it out to be something far more appealing than it really was. However, this female seemed a little...immature in the sense that she didn't know quite a lot about life. It was almost as though she had been sheltered throughout her life. Little did he know that she was knew to being human â€" or as human as she appeared to be.

He took a drink of his coffee, letting the hot liquid wash down the eggs. He listened as she called herself Malia. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Malia." He offered her another charming grin before he took another bite of his eggs followed by a strip of bacon.

When she commented on his "rough night" he chuckled and took another sip of his coffee. He motioned for the waitress to come refill his cup before he turned back to Malia. "In a sense..." It was rough in the sense that he had engaged in some wild, rough sex...none of love making crap. It was raw and heated and perfect. As the waitress came over to refill his coffee, Boone answered her. "...but it was quite pleasurable." The waitress' face turned beat red in embarrassment and she was very quick to leave them alone.

Sex was something Boone would always happily engage in with just about anyone. While he preferred to ruin the life of young, innocent virgins, he also would not mind a more rough and tumble encounter with someone with a little more experience. In fact, he wouldn't turn away anyone: male, female, or otherwise.

He took another sip of his black coffee before he turned back to his breakfast. He wondered if she was getting uncomfortable with the course of the conversation. But then again, he didn't much care. Eyes roamed over her appearance again and he grinned. "I could say the same about yourself. You don't exactly look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed." She hadn't cleaned up from last night either. What was her story? He was dying to know.



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