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 never stick around quite long enough to make it


Posted on October 11, 2020 by emerance
East


The plush pink of her lips was parted ever so slightly as she stared in shock at the retreating form of the furious fellow, the entire cafe near silent in breathless bewilderment before the soft ding of the door's bell broke the store's collective trance. Softly, the conversation once again began to pick up, the young barista on the floor attempting to collect the broken fragments of those porcelain teacups. Slowly she leaned forward, fully intending to assist in cleaning up her own shattered cup. Her fingers only just brushed across the very first piece when a pair of shoes entered her field of vision, drawing her jade-colored irises upwards at towards him in a wholly questioning manner. How aware she was to the weight of his violet-colored eyes, his stare nothing short of intense and yet, Emerance was strikingly used to such judgemental examinations. She leaned back in her seat, her patience near infinite as she waited for whatever remark she was sure she would earn. It was that small nod towards the teacup at her feet that finally broke Emerance's attentive observation, her eyes fluttering towards the pieces of the shattered cup. The baritone rumble of his voice caught the young girl off guard, by habit she had almost anticipated the worst - not a monotone joke. It was a joke...right?

Her head tilted to the side ever so slightly, her brows furrowing. "I -- what?" She inquired, quite before she fully processed the words he had spoken to her. She knew, of course, who the Mad Hatter was, the reference certainly not lost upon her even if it took her a moment or two for her recollection to catch up to the conversation at hand. The man who had waltzed out of the cafe, however, hardly seemed like was terribly invested in a tea party at all, even the more...exciting whimsical kind. That clearly exasperated sigh upon his lips drew her attention back towards him and away from the retreating figure of the fellow she could only just make out beyond the glass windows, that narrowed gaze she was presented with so clearly voicing volumes of his displeasure within her....because she hadn't laughed at his joke? This was, she was sure, the oddest flirtation that she had ever received. Maybe he was....new at this? Though by her reaction, she certainly seemed new at this too! His demeanor seemed to shift near abruptly, if such a thing was even possible given how...stoic he was in the first place. His accusation, however, caused her to stare up at him with the same blank stare before slowly, her gaze turned towards the seat she sat in, her eyes tracing both arms of the comfortable armchair.

"I am?" Emerance inquired, her gaze turning back upwards and towards him. "I don't see your name on it....wait - do you own the cafe? Your cashier got into quite the fight with one of your customers." The young woman pointed out, casting the young woman who had suffered as a result of it an almost apologetic glance. After all, if he owned the store, then this would very much be his seat...and, in turn, there would be far more important things on this owner's mind then just the armchair she was currently sitting within. What she hardly anticipated, however, was the sudden appearance of a sugar cube that he slipped so quickly past his lips and into his mouth, as if this...imposing man was nothing more then a child stealing cookies before his mother noticed! Her brow rose as she glanced down to the now opened jar of sugar on her table. Well...this was one way to tempt the devil, she supposed. Emerance reached for the jar, only to lift it up to him with the same sort of suddenness as she offered him that same resolute look he had only just moments ago given her. "Do you want the rest of it?" She inquired quite seriously, all the while making no real effort to move from her seat. This had to be one of the oddest afternoon's Emerance had in a long while...and he had to be one of the oddest individuals! But...at least it kept things interesting?

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