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

Troy Marks

hello, darling


Posted on July 18, 2020 by andras stein
East

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One of his first friends he had met within the confines of Sacrosanct was getting married. A joyous event even during the tumultuous times they were in. The phone call hadn't come as a surprise, Troy and Amelia were getting married. It was only a matter of time, they already had a child together... a miracle child at that, the only thing that surprised Andras was how long it took Troy to finally ask for Amelia's hand in marriage. He hadn't actually met Amelia, though he had allowed her a safe haven within Somnia, her the child and Sebastian the only non-faeries ever been given access to the hidden city. It was... something Andras had toyed with for a long time. Having vampires in a city entirely made up of faeries could go very badly. Not all of the local lords had been terribly happy with his decision but he had overruled them, though he didn't give the lords much of an explanation either.

It was a difficult thing to navigate. He trusted Troy and Dorian, it only made sense that trust needed to be extended to their significant others as well, why have a safe haven if you couldn't use it to protect your family? Andras pushes such thoughts from his mind briefly as he casually shoves his hands into his slacks, the man one of inhuman grace as he prowls through the streets, the sun peeking through the towering buildings. The crowds are sparse on the street even for the middle of the morning, Andras hardly having to pick his way through packs of warm bodies. He was feeling rather... optimistic for a change, perhaps it was because he would manage to get Troy out of those jeans and plan t-shirts he always wore. The call he had gotten earlier in the week from Troy was clothing advice. The thought of it brings a silent chuckle to mind as he remembers that conversation.

It wasn't like Andras enjoyed shopping for clothes, he simply dressed the part on a day to day basis because it fit the image. The man almost always wearing a dark suit, he would look like a day to day businessman and yet, the delicately pointed tips of his ears gave him away as something more. The cruel facade that coated his aurora was another thing he used for his mask of brutality. Though, his court knew who he was and that the rumors that circulated the Fae Lord mingled with truth, it was all to keep them safe. The dwindling Fae population was not something Andras could hope to save alone but he would allow himself to be called a cruel monster if it were going to help his people.

Pausing, Andras glances down at his watch on his wrist, he was a few minutes early but he knew Troy wouldn't be far behind him. Crossing the street, he stands in front of a rather nice establishment with manikins lining the windows, neatly dressed from low end suits to high end tuxes. This was why he was here, for... clothing advice. Not that he minded. It would be good to see Troy again. It isn't long before the familiar silhouette of his friend rounds the corner, Andras pushing off the wall and taking a few short steps to greet him. The facade of darkness falling away, only to be replaced with a wide and genuine grin. Extending his hand, he clasps hands with Troy, giving it a firm shake, "Long time no see," that long forgotten, ancient accent rolling off his tongue, "So, you're finally getting married and needed me for shopping advice?" His grin grows wider, a hint of teasing coating his deep baritones.

Andras Steinhello darling

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