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

let's take this world by storm


Posted on December 10, 2018 by taliah
East
Between the distraction of his naked chest, her eyes linger there for perhaps a touch too long, enough time that Taliah is entirely unaware of the fact that his own gaze were locked onto her old, well worn slippers. The woman wasn't embarrassed by her choice of footwear, the fact that the green material still held together was a miracle in itself. She would be sad to see them go, the one item that had journeyed far and wide from her, the dragon slippers from the very hometown she had escaped years ago, a gift from her mother and father to go along with their nickname for her. It was some of her more fonder memories she had of them, though they were few and far in between, even hazy at times. Taliah never dwelled on her past too long, nothing she did now could change it and she had continued to move forward ever since.

Tetradore's comment brings her out of such memories, her green eyes blinking up at him and she can't help but wrinkle her nose at him in an almost... playful manner, a small secret smile caressing her lips, "Thanks," she murmurs in response as she drapes the clothing over the chairs, though, she hardly offers anymore than that. The woman was never one to speak much about herself. Gesturing with her hand towards the sofa, it hardly takes the man long before he falls into it, making himself comfortable as she hands him the blanket. His gratitude merely has Taliah nodding at him before she bends down to work on the fire, the heat licking at her skin in a soothing way. A comfortable silence falls over them for the briefest of moments as the thunder crashes over head, the rain tinkling rather loudly on the roof. Taliah ignores it as best as she can, her mind drifting to the product downstairs, she could only hope that the generator had enough to get her through this storm.

Setting down the fire poker, she turns back to Tetradore, her gaze meeting his as she offers him that hot chocolate again. And perhaps that was exasperation in his face, or amazement, she wasn't sure, didn't particularly care. Yet, she doesn't answer, Taliah merely stares him down hoping he would simply concede so she didn't have to force it upon him. It was the one thing she couldn't help, her biggest flaw, offering too much and never expecting anything in return, though, she did know when she was being taken advantage of. Tilting her head slightly at him, she's almost surprised he agrees, though it wasn't hot chocolate he asked for, it was coffee instead. She doesn't argue and instead, stands up from where she's crouched out and moves towards the kitchen with a purpose again. Goosebumps almost immediately pepper her legs as she moves away from that heat, though she hardly complains as she begins to search through those cabinets.

The kitchen is open, easily seen from where Tetradore's sitting, as she retrieves those coffee grounds, thankful she had ground some up earlier that morning. Digging through the bottom cabinet she finds a French press and grabs a pot, maneuvering comfortably in the dark. Filling the pot up she quickly sets it on the stove before allowing the gas to ignite. Putting a lid on it, she preps the press before she's moving gracefully out of the kitchen, her arms folded across her chest as the cold begins to seep into her body. "It shouldn't take long," she murmurs as she stands there between the fire and the couch, hoping the heat will warm her back up before she has to move into that chilly kitchen. "How long have you been in Sacrosanct?" She asks, trying to fight off the goosebumps that continue to rise along her skin, yet, she hardly complains. As long as her guest was happy.

taliah

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