Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!

What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

You've got your ball, you've got your chain


Posted on December 18, 2014 by Elenore Dorian
Residences
all this devotion was rushing over me, and the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me, but the arms of the ocean deliver me.

There had never been a time when I had been without regular contact with one or more of my siblings. From my earliest memories to times present, I hadn't gone time without being present near one of my siblings or speaking with all or some of them on a regular, nearly daily basis. It mattered dearly to me, as they had always been my lifeline, my companions... When it had been hard to make friends when we didn't speak much English, they had been my closest confidants. When anything had happened to any of us, we were loyal and constants. It was natural to be as close as we were, right? My sisters were closer to me than my parents had ever been, taking care of me and my youngest siblings as if we were their own children. And in a way, we were raised to be just that. Calliope, one of my eldest sisters, was the perfect stand-in mother for the one who had checked out. Maybe her heart had simply just not acquired enough space or love for all of us, but by the time I was born Lilla Dorian had no interest in being my mother. In name, only, as I was one of her favorites by sight. When it came time to being a mother figure, her nurturing skills went out the window. I had spoken to her of near unspeakable acts, and her eyes had clouded over as if a child could lie about something she shouldn't have known about.

And for that, I couldn't ever forgive her. Instead, my heart went out to Callie who literaly and figuratively took the shirt off of her back for me, my brothers, and any of us who had needed her. Saint Calliope, savior of us all. When she elected not to join Davante, Finley and I in Sacrosanct, it hadn't truly occurred to me that perhaps that now we were older, she wanted to lead her own life. And to her credit, the woman deserved it. She had found a man who loved her, took care of her emotionally in a way that we didn't provide... It was time for her fairy tale, instead of being the good witch in ours.

Upon Finley's entrance, I couldn't keep the excitement to myself. A new city, a new life, and what... My favorite people to spend it with? The thought alone brought a brighter smile to my face, enough that I nearly didn't hear his words complimenting me on my existence. Instead, I flung my arms around him and didn't mind that it toppled both of us to the ground. But instead of meeting the ground, Finn's strength keeps both of us upright... Okay, one of us upright. I'm carried ceremoniously to the couch where I'm ungracefully plopped but in a way that I'm quickly able to recover and beam up at him. Regardless of my plopping. When Finn begins to tell me where he's been for the past however many months I hadn't seen him in, I feel my eyes slowly glaze over. I want to be happy for him, I really do. Maybe he found something he was looking for that we couldn't give him; just like we couldn't give Callie everything she needed. Maybe family wasn't everything... I sighed, trying to pull my attention back to his explanation of the beach. His words are as light as they had been on his entrance, but it's rather obvious that there is a strain to them. Does he want to elaborate? Does it matter?

Finley is back for good, he says. But what if... what if the magic song of the unknown gently draws him away again? I find my knees tucking up to my chest, relatively sure that my expressive face is telling him everything I'm thinking before I shut my eyes for a moment and try to brush the images of his absence away in order to listen better to the present. His voice is sweet and lighthearted, an obvious attempt to keep the darkness at bay.

"Are you sure you're not projecting your inability to cook onto me?"

My voice was sing-song, my eyebrows rising in a challenge. Of course he couldn't out cook me! There were few that could, and I sincerely enjoyed that talent. What better way to a man's heart, okay... anyone, really, than their stomach?

"Are you trying to tell me you're hungry and you want me to make you dinner?"



elenore arabia dorian



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