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

i've never been so high


Posted on September 30, 2015 by isolt griffin
North

isolt griffin


Looking at him is, perhaps, a past-time she held in the highest of favors. Her eyes could have easily traced the strong line of his chiseled jaw, the creases of his brow, the subtle helix set against the deeply mysterious grey of his eyes for hours on end; so affirmed and lofty is the esteem in which she holds him that the mere sight of him draws the phantom warmth of a blush to the apples of her cheeks and dusts her stomach with the tingle of butterfly wings. He had become a great many things to her in the time that they had known one another; he had been friend, mentor, counsel, partner... and, though she could not have admitted it aloud even had the courage been hers, he had become the paramour she yearned for in the deepest caverns of her secret heart. The lover that doubt seemed forever destined to deny her.

It was a jagged truth to swallow, but one that had, in the hours past, dissipated in some small measure. It had ebbed to such a degree that the bloom of hope, of curiosity, could only just rear its petaled head to the metaphorical sun that radiated from the man at her side. The cerulean of Isolt's eyes peels from the splendor of Damon's features to peruse the leather interior in all of its buttery, smooth glory, her slender fingers caressing the steering wheel as if in disbelief of the automobile that encased her. How many hours had she lain in this car, reclined against the decrepit seating in a mist of dust, simply dreaming aloud of the road trips that would never be... the adventure that never was. She and Aaron had laughed, raged, vented, and wept within the confines of this particular vehicle, it had been their oasis and their sanctuary. It had been theirs... it had been his. Even now does she see him in the rippled curve of the steering wheel, the glimmer of the ebony paint, the flawless stitching of the pristine leather interior. It was all Aaron, and the notion brings a smile once more blossoming upon her lips as she dares to query after their destination.

His answer, though, gives her pause for a cache of long moments. The young woman knew painfully little of her partner's mortal life, her knowledge restrained by his innately secretive demeanor and a perhaps unrealistic fear of asking for the details she sought. What had he been like? What had he done? What and whom had brought him beyond the veil of life and into the perpetual darkness of immortality?

"Okay," she acquiesces softly, moving the car in the direction that he indicates, a spot of silence spreading betwixt them before curiosity captures the better of her. "Do... do you have family there? Great-great-grandchildren or... anyone? Do you have a house?" She straightens then, agonizingly aware that she may well have dug too deep far too fast. "I'm sorry..."



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