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

i'll pretend my ship's not sinking


Posted on February 17, 2019 by Samantha Cassidy
East

       
       

people want my power
&& they want my station


       

but they couldn't take it



There were a lot of weird things that Samantha had been forced to believe in since her ritualistic turn from human to fae. She had discovered magic and vampires and the very things that went bump in the night. She had understood that the supernatural world had politics just like the human one did. She had discovered that the things she had presumed impossible were anything but. Even despite the way that the past eight years since her turn had rattled her world views, she had to admit that she never expected that this was possible. Once upon a time, she had believed that when people died, they stayed dead. She'd thought that when her own throat had been cut and yet she'd awoken as an immortal fae. But then there were vampires and Dark Hunters that also awoke from death to live again. Nonetheless, one thing she had known from Aiden's lips was that the Weres that ran in this city were very, very much mortal. It had plagued her once to realize what it would be like to fall in love with him. That he would grow old beside her and eventually pass, and she would never look a day over eighteen. Regardless, she had watched Aiden die and yet now he was here in front of her, still a Were and still very much alive.

His brief non-explanation did nothing to help her move past the loop her thoughts had pressed into. That she had watched it happen. Felt it happen. And now this. She wanted some kind of explanation, and yet he didn't seem willing to give her one. At least not yet. But he was alive. His heart beat within his chest and that was enough for now, and maybe Samantha's grief and guilt that she'd held onto for two years could change to something else entirely. She wanted to embrace him. To confide exactly how much she had missed him and now very, very sorry she was for the situation that she had caused. How he had warned her that being in a relationship with him meant being stronger and being careful, and she'd believed words from a pretty man who pretended to be her friend. She wanted... she wanted to pick up where they had left off and yet even she wasn't naive enough to believe that they could step so easily back two years.

Instead, Samantha forced herself to clear her throat and invite him to sit at a table with her and chat. To talk and to rediscover each other. Because despite the fact that she had told herself to move on for two years, there were feelings there that threatened to take over. She had loved him. She still loved him. She was grateful, at least, for his usual apathy. That lack of emotion to latch onto kept her slightly grounded when her own emotions threatened to spin her out of control. Samantha was pulled so abruptly from her thoughts by the sound of his voice, consenting to getting coffee before they started whatever conversation they were about to have. "I... uh... yeah," Samantha stammered, willing herself to step back. "I'll meet you at a table."

The redhead stepped away from him then, moving over to one of the empty tables near the window. She kept the jacket on as she sat, though she supposed she should give it back to him. And the keys to the apartment she was living in. God, she had no idea how she would get through this conversation with him in once piece. She had so much to apologize for. So much to say to him and yet the words seemed to sit on her tongue like a brick. It was only when he joined her once more that she looked up, biting her lip nervously. "I went back to the apartment. My... my key still worked. I assumed it was still mine since..." Since you died, she completed internally. "I can find somewhere else though."

       

try to pull my status but they couldn't fake it


       

Samantha Cassidy


 

 





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