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

and my future is only a nightmare away;


Posted on October 06, 2022 by Oliver Burton
East

Oliver Burton


The English businessman listened to the once demure woman he had remembered long ago. Her shyness was something he had not forgotten, nor the need for his inner animal's attachment. It was one of his stranger nights within the city, between that fierce hunger that took a toll on his usually steadfast control and that desire to keep her close, to keep her safe. Yet the woman he had remembered seemed so very different from that night. Could he have genuinely known her from just a single meeting under extreme duress? One misfortune after another had compiled into one of the worst nights. Even still, he hardly attached it to the woman herself.

He turned his head to incline and face her, giving his entire attention to listen to every last word she had spoken as he chose to forfeit the menu in exchange to order one of the specials. Anything half-appetizing would be enough and that English dish would surely work for him the moment he heard her recommendation. It had been a long time since he had a semblance of comfort food. This, for some reason, caused the woman to frown as she took the menu back, that furrowed brow persisting upon her familiar features like his behaviour had been odd somehow. Steadfast in his decision, he peered up into her chocolate eyes with a questioning look, curious if she would say those thoughts out loud.

Chizue was just about to leave, her body language giving away that very thing, the sound of his voice halting her in place. How she nearly froze to the spot as if his words pinned her there. He could only deduce that it had to do with his utterance of her name and the familiarity with which he said it. He would not play like he didn't know her when he so clearly did.

Perhaps she simply wished to brush away that evening they had met and he surely did not blame her. It was hardly the best circumstance to meet. His animal seemed to react to her strangely too, even at that very moment it was like the mighty polar bear wished to rise to the surface and nudge that hand within reach. Strange and unanticipated, he focused on remaining exactly where he was. Yet how curious of the reaction she would have to the mention of her apartment. Oliver did not expect for that grin to bloom across her lips that drew his nutmeg gaze, ignoring the gentle shrug of her slender shoulders. He was sure of that warm, welcoming smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Much like a glimpse of sunshine on an otherwise cloudy day.

He clasped his hands before himself on the table, all too aware of every nuance of her, just like the last time. Surely she didn't hope that he would have, did she? "Given the way we had met, I didn't get the impression there was an open invitation. I did destroy your home after all. I am only glad I was able to set that wrong.. right. But for curiousities sake, would you have been opposed if I did?" He peered at her with a questioning look, his accented voice clear and yet lowered if only a few decibels, the tone perhaps turning into something unintentionally intimate. It was the mention of her moving that caught his attention, and a slight frown creased across his brow.

"You are leaving the city?" He probed, perhaps sticking his nose where it did not belong. Nor was it the first time, even though he had prevented her from doing her job for just a moment longer. Oliver was entirely oblivious to the frustrations with her job and likely that city. But from all the time that had passed, why place her in his path again? At the very least it was good to see her well. Yet how he couldn't help but feel it was a shame their paths didn't cross sooner.

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