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

the devil's in the details, but you've got a friend in me


Posted on January 31, 2021 by WILLIAM HOLLOWAY
East

William Holloway

I'm a devil in disguise


William, in all his efforts, could hardly find it in him to react anything less than gentlemanly. A combination of his Hunter's instincts and his aristocratic upbringing resulted in reflexs that grabbed at the young woman, saving her from - what he was sure - was the humiliation of falling on her face in the sunlit plaza. Instead, William's hands held her by the small of her waist, keeping the young woman on her feet. What he couldn't save, however, was the spill of that warm beverage down the front of his suit. William's gaze flitted down to the front of his crisp, white shirt that was now seeping with a dark brown. And perhaps William would have been angry if it weren't for the face of the attractive blonde girl staring back at him, that bewildered expression wiping away any negative emotion that the Englishman might have held towards her. No, she was awfully cute, wasn't she?

He wasn't quite sure how he expected his - well, for his time, rather un-gentlemanly - remark to go with her, but William was certainly pleasantly surprised by the feminine laugh that escaped her lips. And even more pleasant was the way her lips curled up in that bright smile to match his own. Ah, how could he be angry or even upset at the girl when she smiled so brightly? But the words that escaped her lips were the ones that brought a surprised look to his features. He had been used to Vhalla speaking that way, but it was still a shock to hear women speak so... forwardly. After all, despite his age, it wasn't as if he'd had a ton of experience flirting with women. He hardly found time for that when he was constantly looking over his shoulder and running from city to city. But if all of that was supposedly behind him, there was no reason he couldn't... right? Sacrosanct was proving to be full of beautiful girls that he didn't have to be tied down to. After all, this was no longer 1812, and he was no longer betrothed to some Baron's daughter for political advances. He could... he could be whatever he wanted.

"I don't know about all that," William replied instantly, quite enjoying this newfound battle of wit between himself and the young woman. "I like to think I'm not that easy, despite such a beautiful face." If other men might have minded her sharp tongue, William wanted it to be clear that he certainly had no objections to a game of verbal wit. William was well aware of the way that she hadn't stepped back and away from him. She was, very much so, still willingly standing within his arms. William raised one of his dark eyebrows as she moved, placing that finger squarely in the middle of his damp chest, her tone entirely accusatory. Still, William chuckled. He could play that game.

"You're right, my dear," William mused, reaching the hand that wasn't on her hip to gently take the hand that was placed on his chest. He lifted her hand to his lips, placing a gentlemanly kiss on the back of her palm as his lips spread into a sly smirk. "This incident was clearly my fault, so it's my duty to remedy it." He looked down at them then in their ruined outfits - they were certainly not presentable to be in public any longer, at least not in this condition. "So here's what we shall do. We'll visit the shops here and you'll let me buy us fresh clothing that isn't soiled from... my mistake of... what was it?" He paused, his tone switching to a rather horrid attempt at an American accent "Getting in front of a girl when she's in a groove?" A chuckle escaped the Englishman's lips then before he dropped his attempt to match her accent. "And after we're out of these ruined clothes, why don't you let me buy you dinner to make up for my mistake?"


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