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

You wish on me in my glitter light


Posted on October 16, 2022 by audette rousseau
North


His gentle teasing caused a warm simper to blossom upon the ballerina's lips. Audette was not one to often dwell in the negativity, the young woman keen to accept his efforts to soothe the bite of his earlier remark. "Ah, maybe just a wee bit?" She inquired, holding up her hand to show the small space between her forefinger and thumb. That playfulness between the pair hardly lasted long, however, before the topic turned towards the wound upon her knee. The injury was one that Audette brushed off with an easy wave of her wrist. She was used to a certain level of pain. Dancing, after all, was certainly not gentle upon one's body. She was hardly oblivious of the small simper that danced upon his features, the man quick to return to his gentle teasing as he commented on the trouble that seemed to surround each of their encounters thus far. It seemed a normal meeting was beyond their capabilities! Audette could hardly help the soft giggle upon her lips, the girl admitting that, in this, he wasn't exactly wrong.

His insistence that this must be the only way for their continual meetings, however, prompted a warm simper to her lips. "Oui, though I think it might be nice to have a normal meeting once? Perhaps for coffee?" She suggested, the ballerina hardly anticipating him to seriously take her up on the lighthearted offer. Any discussion on more mundane encounters, however, was cut off by the heavy thud upon the door behind them, the metal frame near shaking at the impact. It was hardly likely to hold long, Audette more than aware that she needed to take this opportunity to leave now. A small frown tugged at the corners of her lips as she bid her fellow fae goodbye, the young woman insistent that it was best he return home to his wife and future child. It had hardly occurred to the Frenchwoman that his relationship might not have reached such an intimate status, that shocked look upon his features caused her to pause, her brows furrowing in brief confusion.

It took him a moment before he recovered from that singular word. Her lips parted, the ballerina moments from apologizing for her inaccurate presumption when he refused to return home to his 'family'. That is, if they even lived together in the first place. A small simper crossed her features, the woman hardly one to stick her nose in places that it didn't belong. Far be it from her to insist if he had little desire to return to where he came from. That playfulness returned to his tone with remarkable ease as he insisted he'd hardly be a role model for his unborn child if he simply left her - that very excuse was one she was willing to foster as she shrugged simply, taking a step further away from the already bowing door. "Ah, well then, Monsieur Modèle, do you have any thoughts on losing our stalker?" She inquired, leading the way out of the alley.

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