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

they're still changing every day


Posted on March 18, 2022 by Christian
North

The woman seemed to weigh her options as he challenged her with a question. At first, he wasn't sure she was even going to answer him. She could always just say no, he supposed, but he wanted to be able to call her something. After some time, the blonde must have come to a conclusion because she said that her name was Emmy but she went by Nightbird. He couldn't help but smirk, his eyes lighting up as he nodded. "It fits perfectly." He murmured the words genuinely with no sense of sarcasm. Her voice was indeed like a song and the nighttime seemed to suit her as well. Oh, Christian was sure she was just as dazzling in the sunlight, but something about the darkness around her made her seem to glow even now. Of course, that could just be the Bourbon talking.

The warlock tipped his head. "Okay, fair's fair. My name's Christian. Unfortunately, I don't have a stage name, unless you'd like to make one up for me." One brow quirked teasingly. His eyes couldn't stay off of her as she lifted the glass to her lips again. "Glad you're a fan of Bourbon. Says a lot about you." He tipped his own glass to her before taking another swig, though he felt himself slowing down on the drink. He didn't feel half as wasted as his usual, but something told him he might want to stay more on the sober side tonight. Besides, he wanted to be able to remember this. When he admitted he was boring, Emmy let loose some tude which only made the man grin a little. She had fire...good. For a moment though, his own eyes darkened. "Heartbreak? Honey, I'm the expert on that." And a split second, there was a vulnerability in his steel eyes, a glimpse of the broken man that lay just beneath the surface, hiding behind his bottomless bottles of liquor and the easygoing smile.

But then he cleared his throat and took a more hearty swig of Bourbon, shaking his head for a second before he chuckled. "No one wants to put their problems on others, but sharing is caring. Anyway, we're not going down that rabbit hole. Why do you want to sing?" He watched her as he asked the question, wanting to watch her every second reaction. "Is it the fame? The money? Do you just think it's what you're born to do because someone told you, you have a pretty voice?" The words themselves might have come off like an asshole, but there was no taunting in his voice, only open curiosity. He threw those reasons out cause he had a feeling none of them came close to the real reason she wanted a record deal. He just wondered if it would be too personal a reason for her to share.


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