North
Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.
What You'll Find Here
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
like how a single word can make a heart open
Posted on March 03, 2018 by henry tudor
While Henry was thankful that the stitches would only hurt for a moment, he was sure that he could handle whatever pain she decided to throw his way. He had been reckless walking too fast on the ice, so this was the penance he needed to pain for such a wound. It hardly seemed a fair tradeoff and Henry was sure the rock had won this battle. But he simple nodded his head as he extended his arm so she could clean the wound and begin her repair.
He holds back a wince as she begins to clean it, drawing out the dirt and probably scrubbing a little too hard. But he said nothing, just watched quietly and patiently as he told her his name. Eyes watch as she moves to thread the needing and his eyes grow wide. That needed was far too large and he knew this next part was going to hurt like a mother-fucker.
Despite her demand to keep still, his arm involuntarily flinches as the needle makes contact with his skin. There was a sharp, searing pain that threatened to bring tears to his eyes. Didn't they make numbing medicine for this kind of thing? But he was in so much pain that he was unable to speak. All of his energy was focused on trying to keep his arm from flying up off the table.
He heard the question, asking if he knew Sterling, but it was taking all his control to keep still. He was silent until her sewing paused ever so briefly. "Sterling is my boyfriend. You know him?" The last word was spoken with a harsh hiss as the alcohol touched the open wound. "Fuck." His voice was perhaps a little larger than it should be and perhaps he should be cursing in front of the doctor. However, that alcohol burned like the dickens.
