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

something wicked this way comes


Posted on April 06, 2022 by serafina dubois
East


Her head tilted back, her dark, thick lashes fluttered closed as Serafina stood upon the sidewalk, simply letting the rain fall upon her face. She adored days like today - with the sky heavy and overcast, the rain falling in large droplets. The very scent upon the air was somehow fresher, purer, like it was supposed to be. A soft sigh of contentment left the witch's lips, her stormy gaze fluttered open as the loud beep of the crosswalk shattered her moment of inner peace. Her head slowly dropped, the large oversized red hood flicked up and around the black curls of her hair. Really, it was almost a shame she hadn't decided to stay in for the day. It was quite the perfect sort of cozy day but the prospect of a hot beverage and not so awful company could be tempting all on its own, she supposed. The chunky heels of her boots thudded against the asphalt as Serafina crossed the street - the witch the very opposite of the man she intended to meet today. Where he strove to blend in with his dark colors and leather materials - Serafina was made to stand out. With a black pleather skirt, sheer black tights, ankle boots, long sleeved sweater, and her bright red woolen overcoat, the witch was the very epitome of chic.

The very sight of the Inner Sanctum's minimalist sign brought a small simper to the fair woman's features as she stepped into the cozy, warm cafe. The very presence of the Dark Hunter within the establishment hardly perturbed her, however, even as the man behind the counter glanced briefly in her general direction. Serafina, after all, had little qualms about their species anymore, particularly when she was dating someone on the Council that they held in such lofty esteem. Her gaze scanned the cafe in a single sweep, only to note the very man she was searching for in the far corner of the establishment. The table he had chosen was so very like him - positioned in the far back corner with his back against the wall. It gave him the perfect view of the place, as if he was concerned that someone might come after him in retaliation for all the dark business he dirtied his bloody hands with. Serafina's shoulder lifted in a vague shrug as the woman easily wove her way around the filled tables and towards the empty spot across from him that was so undoubtedly meant for her. A small simper crossed the witch's features as she paused behind the chair, her hands resting on its back. "You're early." She commented, one manicured brow arching as she eyed her companion.

Her tone was entirely teasing, however, before the woman pulled the chair out, her purse left to dangle upon its back as she settled comfortably within the seat. One leg crossed over the other, her stormy irises drifted over the fellow studiously before her painted lips parted, "You look like you're faring well, hm?" After all, it had been quite a while since she'd seen the Assassin - at least some pleasantries were surely in order before they jumped to the heart of the matter. But first. Coffee. Everything required coffee. "Did you order already?" She glanced behind her at the bar, hardly concerned with placing her back towards the room at large. After all, Serafina had her own invisible sentries of sorts, not that the innocent appearing witch ever seemed to fear anything, really. After all, she'd seen what laid on the other side of life. She dealt with it regularly. What was there to fear?

serafina dubois


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