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

Show the devil how good you dance [Ashtyn]


Posted on November 19, 2015 by Eleanor
East


This is where Hollywood cues the delusion,
that everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes.




She stood in the tunnel of the subway, Eleanor silently swaying as the machines passed through the station, ruffling her short, messy locks and instilling a chill that pimpled down her appendages. She cradled a bland-looking syrofoam coffee cup, her back hunched forward and hands holding it close to her chest, despite the contents having long gone stale and lukewarm by now. She tried to suppress a coming yawn, but the need was too great and eventually she gave in. A layer of salty moisture coated her eyes as her jaw widened, the inhale was terse, but the long and low exhale seemed to relax her. For a moment, she looked like a snarling feline, her bright white teeth curling into fangs as her eyes squinted back with tears. The exhaustion from a long, late night creeping into an early moving leaving only a mysterious, though dangerous, growling appearance plastered across her face.

In the sack slung across her body were three VHS tapes she'd needed to return to the hole-in-the-wall porno store, the old building nestled near the bail bonds office just a few blocks away from her apartment. The worn cardboard cases were plastered with images of naked women in seductive, and often humiliating, poses. And fucking kill her for not having a DVD player. The VHS instrument she owned was only $7 at the thrift store near where she grew up in Jersey. She'd had it for years now and it worked just fine. Even the clerk at the Salvation Army told her she had paid too much for the ancient piece of technology. But Eleanor was fascinated with it, the way the tape worked, the rudimentary machinery inside that rewound it back and forth. She had no desire to upgrade to recent times. Joe from the sex shop still joked that she was his best customer -- perhaps the only one who still rented from the dated tape section. She would be lying if she said the ridiculously overplayed lesbian pornography didn't arouse her. Of course it did. But she watched the tapes more from an artistic standpoint, more than just to get off. She had used them to help craft the two small, but god damn heavy, blocks of marble in the studio at the university. Eleanor had ordered them on a whim one night, when she got some kind of inkling to revisit the medium of sculpture. It had been a while - since her years actually attending art school that she never finished - since she'd done it last.

The final product was a mimicking set. Two female bodies in opposing, sensual positions with the heads of large cats. One woman seemed to be crawling toward the viewer -completely nude - hind legs outstretched with the rump high in the air, her back inverted and breasts hanging low. The animalistic piece was topped off with a roaring lion's head, full mane and snarling smile. The companion piece was of another nude woman's figure, this one with legs outstretched and her fingers placed delicately over her genitals. The woman's back was similarly arched despite the seated position, and its head was of a tiger, cunning eyes and frozen in time as the creature licked its lips. The pieces sold just last week for more money than Eleanor had ever accumulated during the span of her entire life. But still, she had yet to return the tapes. She imagined she would cue one up again today, if she ever went back home.

The subway ride was short, and before long Eleanor found herself briskly walking the streets of downtown Sacrosanct. She had abandoned the empty coffee cup, but her stomach growled for more. She bee-lined it into the next shop that was still open. The fae welcomed the warmth of the store, and the strong aroma of grounds that came with it. She didn't hesitate to step up to the counter and order.




Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl

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