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

It might have been a nightmare


Posted on February 08, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford
East

Walk me home in the dead of night
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

Anxiety was so quick to grip at the leopard in the aftermath of that incident as she felt that too-warm beverage coating her front and quite obviously that of the man she had run into. Southern propriety deeply ingrained insisting she apologize for the incident profusely, albeit with her own twist where the cursing was concerned. She was prepared for the irritation and annoyance from the poor victim of her carelessness, especially in today's age where everyone seemed so much more volatile and quicker to anger even when not provoked much less after having hot coffee spilled on them. The last thing she expected, however, when looking up at that rather chiseled jaw and wildly dark-haired gentleman was to find him smiling at her. Surely a bit of surprise colored her features as he brushed off that uncouth apology so easily, like water off a duck's back her mother would have said; a rare trait indeed in such times as these. It served so quickly settle those nerves and allowed such light laughter to leave her at his roughish innuendo.

That insinuation something she didn't so much as bat an eyelash at before responding in kind, the warmth of his hand spread across her hip doing little more than adding fuel to a fire which had been held at a simmer for so long. It had taken nearly a year for the girl to finally be feeling like herself again, a year from the upheaval and terror which had torn her sense of normalcy to shreds, and she decided she would relish in the feeling. His response only causing those coals to burn all the brighter, a spark that reflected in the twinkle of her aquamarine eyes. "Well I guess only time will tell." She mused quietly, having missed those heated exchanges that had so often taken place in the dark corner of a too-loud bar. Experiencing them here in the light of day was even more exhilarating, perhaps she should get out more often.

The look on his face something she did not miss as that finger came to rest solidly on the soaking wet fabric of his button-down shirt, daring to turn the tables in playful accusation that the entire situation was absurdly the dark-haired man's own fault. Her brows raising slightly in bemusement as he simply agreed with her, followed by his taking of her hand and planting that featherweight kiss atop it. It was the first thing he had done to actually give her pause, that chivalrous gesture calling her back to those days of cotillion dresses and manners she had run so far from. Still her sweetheart lips couldn't help but mirror that mischievous grin as he laid out his solution to their rather sorry state, followed by a chuckle as his rather sorry excuse for an American accent.

"My, my I must have hit you harder than I thought." Her voice drawling quietly as she barely concealed the surprise she felt at his offer. It was more than she had ever expected from the suave Englishman. Still, she could not help but admit she was intrigued by him. "But who am I to deny a man willing to go to such lengths for a woman who's name he doesn't even know yet." The corners of her mouth tugging up slyly as she regarded him, shifting just enough to brush the blond strands of her hair behind one ear. "It's Carolina, by the way." One brow raised expectantly as she was ever so eager to learn the name of the gentleman who it seemed would be filling her evening.

Carolina Grace Bedford.

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