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

Ain't life just awful strange


Posted on November 05, 2020 by Gia Jones
East

a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be



She watched the bartender's every move like a hawk: How his fingers wrapped around the bottle of sticky brown liquid, the tension in the muscles and ligaments as his palm pulled at the cork of the bottle. She tasted the familiar metallic sensation in her mouth just before she began to salivate. In an effort to get control over her sultry desire for the drink he poured her, she swallowed hard and looked away. The warlock had barely given her a once-over since she sat down. She looked at him fleetingly and ran one hand's fingernails under the other's one by one, wiping away a thin layer of grim that had gathered under each of them. She resisted the urge to chew in public, as she often did in uncomfortable moments.

The bartender slid two warm glasses of whiskey their way. Buffy eyed the warlock again, still feeling in a relatively good enough mood from her successful night of work to cheers him, but instead he grumbled something dark and moody. He was handsome, in a rugged way. She was charmed, albeit temporarily, by his unique stormy-colored eyes. But she scoffed at his one liner, and followed it up with a half-hearted roll of her own big brown eyes.

"You're somebody's bad news, I'm sure." She spat back with a short-lived half-smirk across her thin lips. "But you're not mine."

If this was a competition, Buffy was sure she could "out doom" him. Her own life was plagued with nothing but missteps and melancholy. And her choices - like tonight's decision to end her week-long sobriety - were often the result of that. Gia Jones was Gia Jones biggest enemy. She pursed her lips together before letting out a defeated sigh. One hand raised her glass above the bartop, and she hastily clanked it against his own. If he really wanted to toil over his problems by himself, well, he should have picked a different bar.

"So what are we cheers-ing to?" She asked. "Bad decisions?"

GIA BUFFY JONES

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