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

hello, darling


Posted on January 31, 2022 by andras stein
East

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The soft murmur of the delicate voice that haunted his dreams snaps Andras to attention. Head whipping around, the Fae male launches into a standing position, the wooden chair flipping backwards and clattering to the ground. Several people from the crowd pause, glancing their direction and the few diners that braved the outdoor weather fall silent. He stands there, dark hazel eyes searching that achingly familiar face, though his own mask had slammed over his features almost immediately. "Lani," he breathes quietly, though he had no doubt she could hear him from where she stood. His hands slip to his forearms, pushing at the sleeves to bare his tanned skin once more, an almost nervous gesture at being in front of the relatively new faerie woman. He stares at her for a long moment, his brows furrowing, though hardly in any sort of displeasure, more of a... well, Andras supposed he wasn't exactly sure what he was feeling. Perhaps a bit of relief that she had deigned to speak to him again and maybe a bit of wariness, unsure as to what would scare her off.

Her soft voice fills his ears once more, the broken sentence hardly deterring him from her company. "It has," he responds, his wary gaze watching her intently before he breaks his stare for a moment, leaning down to right the chair he had knocked over, though he still keeps the small table between them, as if the small scrap of wood was a barrier, to keep her from him. Andras wasn't entirely sure if she would run the second he had a move towards her, so he remains standing, his dark hazel eyes dragging across her features, the soft blonde locks falling in gentle waves down her shoulders. The mention of Ida has him straightening, the High Lord finally managing to gather enough of his mask to slip more comfortably into. "She's doing well, has been busy helping prepare for the birth of a faerie child in Somnia," he explains, "the first in... a long time."

Not wanting to delve further into the information in public, he finally takes a moment to glance around them. Though most of the onlookers had returned to their business, there were still several diners throwing glances their way. Lover's quarrel gone wrong? They didn't know the half of it and he hardly needed to dive into their minds to see what they were thinking. After a moment, he slips one hand into his pocket, the other one gesturing at the chair opposite him, "Would you like to join me?" He asks, "We might draw less attention if we sit," he states, the corner of his lips tugging into a half simper. "The women behind me are hoping to witness something rather juicy or at least, that's what one of them keeps whispering to her friend," his voice lowering enough for Lani to hear but not the gaggle of women sitting behind him.

He waits until Lani sits down, his tall form following suit before he leans back casually, his hands latched around the armrests to keep from reaching out to her. "When did you return to the city?" He asks casually, worrying that if he didn't keep speaking she would vanish into thin air, "Would you like a glass of wine?" He gestures towards the bottle, watching as the waiter walks back outside and strolls toward them, a second water and wine glass in hand. They were surprisingly efficient, something he was thankful for in that moment. The waiter places the glass of water and wine glass on the table, before retreating back inside with a murmured be right back. "That was astonishingly fast," Andras notes, watching the waiter move back inside to finish whatever task he had abandoned.

Andras Steinhello darling

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