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 fantasy on your mind


Posted on October 12, 2015 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON
East

Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better

The vampire's crystalline gaze watched the way the corner of her pink hued sweet heart lips tilted upwards in an impish simper, her soprano voice reaching out to him with a certain sort of confidence that he hadn't had within his recent companions. It was, in a way, a breath of fresh air for the man, one that saw his own gleaming simper returned, despite he flash of fangs he knew it would show. "That we are." His velveteen voice commented in response, his lyrics thick with that English accent despite the time he'd spent away from his home country. Sebastian could feel the weight of the young girl's gaze roving his toned figure and yet, he hardly shied away from it. Quite the contrary, the vampire could be quite the peacock when it so suited him, changing his whims and his persona to match the wants of whatever individual had caught his latest fancies. He waited patient until she was done with her own inspection, his crystalline gaze steadfast upon the woman as she shifted towards him, clearly conveying that she had liked enough what she'd seen to warrant his continued presence. It was a good sign, at the very least.

Sebastian slid into the seat behind her, hardly hesitating despite the quip on her lips. In fact, he found it all too easy to return her banter, this game one he was quite capable of playing, "As you said, I'm afraid I'm too mad to know otherwise." He responded, offering her a wink of his own this time. He could smell the girl's perfume as she leaned forward towards him for that brief moment, the scent alone enough to bring far more salacious thoughts to the forefront of his brain. Vaguely, he couldn't help but to wonder if she'd smell nearly as delicious after he'd had his way with her between the luxuriously soft cotton sheets of his bed. He kept such thoughts to himself, naturally, instead taking the opportunity to order a beverage of his own, knowing all too well the staff at the tavern practically catered to his kind - not that he was particularly quenched for blood as it was. No - he longed for a feeding of an entirely different variety.

The moment Sebastian had a drink within his hand was the exact same moment that his attention returned to land fully upon the young woman at his side, not that it had ever deviated much to begin with. He hardly would have anticipated for her to be the antisocial sort. Not when she seemed so particularly at ease despite the fact that the pair were by far complete strangers - brought together only by his own forward nature. Carefully he took her delicate fingertips within his own, rising it to his mouth to gingerly brush his lips across them in an action far more reminiscent of his upbringing. His crystalline gaze remained steadfast upon her though, diligently searching for any hint or reaction that she was either flustered, displeased, or appreciative of his action. "Sebastian, if it pleases you." He responded simply, releasing her slender fingertips from his grasp. His gaze fluttered with the movement of her hand, watching the fashion at which she seemed to fidget with her corset. "They don't quite make them like they used too." He stated in an observational fashion. In a way, he was thankful for it though. Corsets were far more time consuming then the undergarments women wore now a days.


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