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.
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Posted on May 04, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
How determined the innocent child seemed to ensure the Were-King acted like the very grown-up she thought he should be! Tetradore, on the other hand, was far too keen to bask in those simple pleasures in life, namely in the form of the silken cheesiness of his favored dish. Maeve's insistence that he was allowed to do whatever he wanted was hardly dwelled on in the slightest, even though his life was so often opposite of that childish notion. "I am sure." Tetradore responded, the baritone notes of his voice hardly hesitating as he folded the menu, pushing it lightly to the side of the table. Their order was quickly placed, even if the waitress provided the Alpha with an almost quizzical glance at sharing such a childish dish with an equally as young girl that was clearly not related to him in the slightest. Tetradore, however, easily ignored those curious looks the peculiar couple garnered as Maeve requested ice cream from him. It was a simple enough request to fulfil and one she surely deserved to conclude a proper celebration of her birthday. His inquiry of she desired anything else prompted a small shrug of her shoulders, though any words she was about to offer him were abruptly cut off by a look that Tetradore knew far too well.
How many times he had experienced this very moment with his own father - conversations so abruptly cut off when those visions of the future demanded his attention. He knew that glassed over look, even if it was not accompanied by the visible change in Maeve's hue that so followed Matteo's own. Suddenly, those puzzle pieces that Maeve had struggled to side step around fell neatly into place. Of course Matteo would take an interest in a young fae that was alike himself in so many ways - the very similarities between the two prompted a flare of childish jealousy and possessiveness of his own father. The feeling was one he was quick to stuff down. Tetradore, after all, was well practiced in distancing himself from any and all emotion. Belatedly, it was the very concern of what she saw that saw his eyebrows furrow as he waited in silence for that vision to pass. How well he knew of the dismalness his own future held - that part of his life was one he detested sharing with anyone, much less someone like Maeve.
The striking emerald of his gaze turned towards the window, his lips pressed together in a hard frown as he contemplated handling those very visions that clearly assaulted the young child. It was the fluttering of her audible breath that drew his attention back towards her, just as Maeve's hand abruptly reached out to grab his arm. His brows furrowed as she insisted they leave, the fae so desperate to go that Tetradore found himself giving into her hurried demands. The waitress, perhaps as baffled as he was, was quick to assemble those boxes of food, the Were-King providing her with several bills as he scooped up the plastic bags. Already Maeve was leading him outside and back towards the car, only to insist they had to go to the park. "Okay. We'll go to the park." He commented simply, unlocking the vehicle for the pair. Tetradore held open the door for her, only to place the bags of macaroni at her feet before shutting the gullwing door and making his way to his own side. It hardly took him long to climb into his own seat, the vehicle roaring to life beneath them before he pulled away from the curb, the Alpha allowing the entirety of his attention to focus upon the road in front of him as he drove towards the Park, his own thoughts far less placid then he outwardly appeared to be, as they so often were.
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