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 November 26, 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

For the moment, Sebastian's lead consisted of little more than the gentle sway from side to side. His hands rested firmly upon the young woman's hips, the contact alone was nearly electrifying for the vampire. He was painfully aware of their proximity to each other, just as he too was aware of her bodice under his hands and the sensation of her own fingertips encircling his neck. His crystalline gaze stared down at her with a sort of unyielding intensity, continuing to provide her with the entirety of his attention. Sebastian could feel her fingertips making small, soft circles on the back of his neck, the sensation alone sending subtle shivers down his spine though he made no comment on the effect that she had on him. After all, this game they played was only fun when neither parties were entirely forthcoming with the desires that lay within their chests. He watched the woman in front of him as he inquired her knowledge when it came to dancing, inquisitive perhaps of what her body's capability to move might reveal of the woman. The fact that she was even remotely aware of the classic ballroom dance style that filled his youth had caught the man by surprise. Very few these days had any notion of such choreographed steps, preferring their dirty dancing over anything else.

Despite the surprise mirrored on the man's features, Sebastian was hardly oblivious to the way in which she rolled her eyes at the notion of such dances, clearly loathing them in some fashion or another. It was a shame - it disappointed him but such was hardly a necessity for his interest. He was, however, just as aware of the woman's sly simper, clearly inquisitive of his own thoughts on the subject, thoughts in which Sebastian was freely willing to give. "I'm afraid you are at the advantage here then." He admitted, a small guilty look crossing his masculine features. He leaned into the girl ever so slightly, "It's a shame though..." He started, his voice a low husky whisper, "I could have made you feel like a princess." Sebastian spoke with a wink, quite clearly teasing the young woman. He doubted very much that she had any interest in the sensation of waltzing across the dance floor with a "proper" gentleman. No, she was a feisty, young, modern girl, the kind that rathered to be their own prince charming then a damsel in distress. It hardly dissuaded him, however, he was fully capable of fulfilling whatever role it was she wanted within him tonight. It was his talent, after all, becoming the thing that his prey desired, regardless of what it was.

Gingerly the man's hand rose from left hip reaching up around his neck to take her fingertips within his. In a rather lackadaisical fashion that seemed to suggest a certain sort of intense familiarity with the movement, Sebastian led the girl into a small twirl before gracefully guiding her back into his welcoming embrace. It was only when the woman was back in his arms that he continued their conversation, for once allowing the topic to remain innocent, "I'm afraid your modern freestyle is beyond me, much less this twerking nonsense." There was a simper of good mirth upon his lips despite his admittance of his shortcomings. "And you Carolina? Are you going to show me your dance moves?" The challenge was there. If his own archaic form of dancing displeased her, he was entirely keen to see what it was that she so enjoyed.