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!
Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
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 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.
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 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.
He didn't know what their future held but he knew as long as it had Adelaide in it, it would be a happy one. He didn't know if she would ever be happy in a smaller space than she was used to all her life but he knew enough that she was't snobby and didn't think herself above others. It wasn't that she looked down on others because she never looked down on him despite his lesser upbringing. She wasn't like that and he knew it. It was just what she was used to, what she'd always known. She seemed comfortable enough in his apartment though, like it ws already becoming a second home to her or something, well, third behind the bistro. She was the kindest woman he'd ever met and she had a heart of gold, truly. He could easily see her being the only one for him, the last one. And yet he didn't feel good enough to see it come true. If she kept up these nightly visits with such hunger though, he might just have to give in. She was making it awfully hard to hold on. He saw something flicker in her gaze when he called her darling, something softening and he felt himself melting beneath that look. Everything about her was alluring and inviting. He could easily pull her in his embrace and lose himself for the rest of the night. Hell, rest of the week, or more. She was intoxicating. The way she purred at him and touched him had him holding his breath and even going so far as to try to put distance between them just for some semblence of control. He was cracking at an alarming rate. Luckily he found a distraction in the cooking and talking of lighter topics. He brought up Townsend and her and was rewarded with an answer. It seems Townsend was in love once. His eyes widened a bit in curiosity before they softened with a new sadness. He knew enough that Townsend didn't act like a man in love when he saw him. Which could only mean one thing. She told him that Townsend married the girl and she wasn't the marrying type then anyway. Taylor smirked a little. "I can believe that." His own face darkened as he watched the sadness overcome her own. Even though they were talking about Townsend, still he wished to comfort her. She told him then that the girl grew ill and he scowled, brows knitting together in sadness as he stared down at the meat he was cooking in dismay. It was a sad thing. She told him that Townsend had once been a brawler and he lifted a brow. "It is hard to see." He admitted in a low voice. She told him that the girl passed and his lips tugged together in a straight line. He hated it for Townsend. To watch someone you love wither away and die and there's nothing you can do about it...to feel so helpless. He let out a long heavy sigh as he fixed their plates. The subject turned then to his sister and their relationship. He could see that Adelaide felt for him even though she had never had an older sibling to compare it to. Instead she had Townsend and he saw how close they were. She brought up them two growing up together and Taylor chuckled as he thought about it. "Oh yeah, I can see it now. Throwing mud at each other and laughing when your parents tell you not to talk to the dirty peasant." He smirked, his eyes twinkling when she added that she didn't mind running around with him now. He brought her plate and then brought his own, his eyes darkening as their hands touched and she purred a thank you to him. He loved hearing it slip off her tongue so gracefully. Her accent was sexy as hell. He told her that being rebellious was smiled upon and she said she would expect no less. He chuckled even as he took a bite of his burger and watched her bite into her own. He couldn't stop watching her mouth, her eyes, her chiseled cheekbones. Everything about her called to him. He waited for her to chew and swallow. "Any good or are you already regretting your decision for our 'date.'" He smirked as he emphasized the word. She called him a good cook though, saying she was anxious to see what he makes later on and he felt himself brimming with pride on the inside. He nodded to her question. "Yeah, she taught me a good deal." He could see it now, the look on Townsend's face if he were to see what they were eating. He was pretty sure Townsend was more of a health nut. |