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

you can burn my clothes up when i'm gone


Posted on May 15, 2019 by henry tudor
East



Henry had asked the guy next to him about a lead on dealers. He had hoped the man might be able to point him in the right direction. It had been a long time since he had needed drugs and he wasn't anywhere near his current dealer. In fact, if he remembered right, his last dealer had been arrested to possession and intent to sell. The man was probably still behind bars.

However, the man he was speaking to looked up from his drink, saw something behind him and was quick to leave his seat. Henry looked around for a moment, not realizing it was Nadya that had waved the man off. In fact, he didn't know it was anyone he knew until she slipped onto the barstool next to him.

Her words had him huffing lightly, his voice gruff. "Your brother doesn't own me. I doubt he'd care anyway." He should just be happy that he wasn't fucking around with Malia and muddling the packs together. At least he should be...Frost too. Honestly, Malia is probably something he wanted right now. He wanted to lose himself and drugs, alcohol, and Malia were a way to do that. But he had promised Malia that he wouldn't hurt her and he intended to keep that promise, even if he was dying a little inside.

He took the bottle of whiskey, pouring him another glass. He sipped the liquid, feeling the way it burned the back of his throat. Only when she spoke again did he look away from his drink to look at her. A run? She was suggestion a run. "I need a lot more than a run." He needed to break some shit, fuck some girls, do a line of coke, and then drink until he passed out. He needed to drown away his sorrow. His heart was breaking and it was far too painful. "A run can't fix what I've fucked up." It wasn't that he had intentionally screwed up his relationship with Sterling. In fact, he had wanted to be honest with the man, to tell him all his faults so they could work through things and get back on the right track. But things had back fired and he wasn't sure he could ever get Sterling back. After all they had been through...this was their breaking point. It didn't make sense.




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