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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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

Remember When We Were Sitting There By The Water?


Posted on May 30, 2018 by Adelaide Claire LaBelle
Residences

Going home, back to her parents' estate nestled in the scenic and gently rolling hills just outside of Paris was never an option once she'd boarded that plane without so much as a fleeting backwards glance to everything that she would be leaving behind. She could remember sitting there with the Englishman sitting there beside her as sage eyes watched the buildings and roads get ever smaller as their freedom, her freedom, carried her farther and further away from that place which had become a cage for her when it should have been a home. There was nothing that she regretted, no trace of remorse when she big her parents farewell for the last time - not that they truly believed she wouldn't come home. Her mother had been the only one to see her off at the airport, and even she had seemed so certain that the dark-haired woman would want to return after she "saw that the grass was not as green on the other side", as she had softly put it as she hugged Adelaide tightly once more. Oh, if her mother would have known just how wrong those words of hers had been, then she likely would have dared to try and stop the French woman from placing as much distance between them as she could. Yes, there was the memory of a little girl somewhere within Adelaide's guarded heart that would always remember her mother for the bedtime stories, for the laughter, for those "girls days" out on the streets of the bustling city as they shopped and ate lunch at a little bistro. Those were some of those precious moments when she had been a child, before everything changed... when she still saw that mansion as her home and the place that she would never wish to leave. How short-lived those moments in her youth had been... How naïve she had been as a little girl playing in the gardens with nothing but her wild imagination of adventures far, far away from the estate and yet she would always go running back into her mother's arms with all the innocent and pure love that a child so often held for their parents. Things had been so much simpler back then, even when her father was nothing but some distant figure that she knew she was tied to. And yet, there was no ache in her heart whenever her thoughts might try and carry her back to those childhood memories. Some might ask the dark-haired woman why there wasn't at least a small fragment of herself that wanted that back, and she would simply remember that look of mere empty and full complacency that filled her mother's beautiful eyes, remember the deceit of her father, the betrayal that had been lurking in the shadows of Julien's promises he had never intended to keep, and all that would be felt in her soul would be that same fierce defiance that still burned just as brightly as it had when first it had been ignited the day that her father told her what his intentions for her future were.

And then, she would look at her life now, and all the anger would ebb away as she sees in her thoughts the roguish smile of the man that she loved. She would think about the Beachside Bar and Bistro and how much support she had been given by not only Taylor, but her beloved William and those that now worked there alongside her each and every day. She remembers the sweet laughter of Elain's that reminded her so much of tiny silver chimes ringing out in a warm summer breeze. She recalls with perfect clarity the soft eyes and gentle nature of the red-haired Abigail that, despite her lack of experience, gave everything she did for the French woman the absolute best effort she could. She cannot help but think back to the calm warmth that she could hear in Killian's words accented with his own heritage as he would greet her upon first arriving for his shift and how he would wait for her as she went about the closing duties so that she didn't have to wait for a taxi cab alone. Her life before all this had been nothing but shallow, an empty ritual of waking up in the morning and going the day fending off another man pushed her way by the hands of the wretched nobleman so adamant to find someone that Adelaide might decide to settle with only to retire to her own quarters and drift off into a wistful slumber until the sun would rise again and that vicious cycle would begin all over again. Sure, sometimes there was a reprieve where she did not have to put up with some arrogant suitor's boasting or empty words of flattery â€" she'd grown almost entirely sick of hearing the words "beautiful" or stunning" when all she could see were shadows of hidden motives â€" while he did his best to try and capture the French woman's interest. It had been those days when her parents were away tending to whatever business they had to that she would practically have the entire estate to herself aside from the maids and butlers that knew better than to make attempts at babying the spirited young woman. She would cook for herself and simply spend the entire day reading in her family's library, perhaps even walk around the estate with Townsend as Reginald and Rose followed, often bolting off to chase a ground squirrel or some sparrows that were foraging for insects in the nearly perfectly groomed lawns. However, even these days where she was almost entirely free to do as she pleased still did nothing to quell her desire to see the world beyond those gates. It was looking back on those moments, before she'd stepped into Sacrosacnt, that she realized how she had never truly been happy. Now that she had Taylor and the bistro, everything could not be more perfect for her.

Well, things were almost perfect. There was still the matter of how she and Taylor would be able to lead the fullest of lives with one another when they had to part every evening when she wasn't "taking longer than normal to complete the closing duties at the bistro", or so she would tell the Englishman when he began to fret about how much longer she would delay returning home. However, she could only imagine now that telling William such things would no longer work, now that he was entirely aware of how she'd stolen away with the man who in turn had stolen her heart. Maybe it seemed a little too eager of her to think about moving in with Taylor, about what else their future might hold for them. Marriage, a family, a little house in the countryside where Rose and Reginald could roam as freely as they did back in Paris, where Adelaide and Taylor could live out some version of that fabled happily ever after, but one that was much more real. For the first time, there was a part of the dark-haired woman that grew somewhat... sheepish, when she allowed for her thoughts to carry her away to what was surely waiting further down the metaphorical road that they were no traveling together. It surprised her even now as they exchanged words and glances that bespoke of the flames known as desire, that there was a softness to that spirit of hers that had wanted nothing more than to see the world and all its wonders. Now, the future that she wanted was something entirely different, and it had Taylor in each and every part of it. She couldn't help wondering if Taylor thought about them like she did, if he wanted the same things... but that was a talk for another time. The last thing she wanted was to get too far ahead of herself, but it did not make it any easier for her to push away the idea that they would have the family both of them were never so fortunate to have. And should they ever have children, gods knew that she would love them with her whole heart and soul. She would want them to chase their dreams, to go wherever their heart beckoned them to. She would never be like her mother and father, not in a million centuries And when she thought of Taylor as a father, it warmed her heart in ways that she never felt before. She couldn't quite say she knew, but there was something about the man that told her he would make a wonderful father someday. Perhaps it was because she had seen the same fire that burned in her own heart at the mention of his father, just as it ignited within her own. Maybe it was simply because of how compassionate he was... Whatever it was, it didn't truly matter. Not now, not so soon when things have only just because for them. How indescribable it was, to realize that where once she had never wanted to have children, there was now a desire to with Taylor. He made her want so many things that she never had before, and still to this day, even as she gave him that impish smile to him at his remark of turning the apartment into some man-cave, she could hardly believe that this was where that night in the burlesque had brought them.

Again he gives her that smirk so effortlessly capable of both melting her heart and setting her soul on fire in the very same moment, but as tenor tones reach out to her, her eyes widen in surprise before turning to see a single key sitting all alone on the counter there. She feels her heart skip a beat as the surprise quickly shifts into tenderness, rendering her speechless for a moment. Of all the gifts those dreadful suitors - no, those puppets made to look like men - had given her, all the flowers and elegant jewelry, they all paled terribly in the presence of that one little key. Not even all the money or jewels in France would ever be able to mean as much to Adelaide as it did. For him to have thought of her, to want her here with him just as she longed to be even when everything was still so new... it only reaffirmed the love that she held for Taylor. In giving her this key, it was as though he had given her the key to his life in a more tangible way, and for that she could not help the affectionate way that she turns to look upon those eyes of hunter green once more."You're just full of surprises, my love", she replied with a coy smile dancing across her lips though it does not hide the happiness and love that illuminates her eyes of glittering sage as they look up to him from beneath dark lashes. He leans in to kiss her cheek then and she feels herself wanting to just lean into him, forget entirely about dinner and just lose herself in his arms again as she had two nights ago. His words tickle her ears then, that smirk upon his lips, and she can't help the impish expression as she lifts a single brow in turn."And I could say the same for you, monsieur", she purrs playfully back to him. Their conversation shifts, the way he bites his lip as she allows the leather jacket to fall slowly off her shoulders with every intention of tantalizing her lover hardly missed, that knowing glance she gives him as accented words fall from her lips saying all that didn't need to be spoken. His own remark only has the flames of desire that warmed her heart growing hotter as he looks away from the food he was tending to, the daring gleam in his gaze far from unnoticed as her own sage depths glitter coquettishly while she closes the distance between them."Then I will have to wait. I might need some... help, after all", she purrs sultrily to him when there's barely a breath's distance between them. The dark-haired woman would hardly try to deny that she was drawn to him, having come to dislike any degree of cold distance that would divide them from one another, and so she does not hesitate to move into the kitchen where he stands. One day, they would be preparing a meal together, just as he had helped her with breakfast what felt like forever ago and just yesterday in the same moment. How she looked forward to so many more moments like as they would make memories together.

She reveled in the way that his body became almost tense against her own as he holds her there flush to him as she trails a slender fingertip teasingly along the length of his collarbone, depths of glittering sage doing nothing in the least to hide that knowing and satisfied gleam, dark lashing batting lightly over them as she watches how his own hunter green eyes close ever so slightly, a groan of desire only encouraging the French woman further as she allows for her other hand to play with the button of his jeans, almost enjoying the way that he was barely refraining from reenacting their first night of passion. And oh, how she very much looked forward too many more nights like that, her thoughts taking a much more lustful turn for a fleeting moment before she is able to push them away. Yes, she had plenty of ideas on how to keep things interesting, but that was just another thought meant for another time and place â€" or places if she had her way. His brow raises for a moment before he questions why it was that Townsend was on his way back to England."Just a family visit, nothing to be worried about lover", she quickly assures in accented words, her voice nonchalant as she figuratively bats away the thought of the Englishman. She only had a week with Taylor where it was just the two of them, she didn't want to give her dear William the satisfaction of intruding on that even when he wasn't here. When she goes on to say that she'd made arrangements so that she was not needed at the bistro either, his expression is wild with surprise and she can hardly help the look of coy satisfaction, fully aware of the tension that pressed against her abdomen. And then, he gives her that smirk she adores, tenor tones confirming that he was just as excited about the days ahead of them as she was. She can feel his strong arms lowering as he lifts her up, a note of soft laughter falling effortlessly from the dark-haired woman as she wraps her arms around his neck now, long and silken locks falling around her shoulders. She is met with a roguish smile as he kisses her, dusty rose-colored lips eagerly meeting his own, a soft "mmm" of delight coaxed from her as his lips found the skin of her cheek and then her neck as he held her there, her own heart now beginning to race within her chest as every part of her reacted to his boldness that. He whispers gently to her then as they simply gaze into the other's eyes for a moment before her feet find the kitchen floor once more. Oh, if only they could stay this way forever. If only they never had to leave the comfort of this small apartment... And yet, there was an entire world out there, beckoning for them to explore it, and so long as Taylor was beside her, it would never matter where they went or stayed. All she needed, all she would ever want or need, was his arms wrapped around her and the taste of his lips to haunt her dreams for the rest of her life.

Sharing yet another kiss that ends all too soon, the hunger encouraged by the rich and savory aromas of the dinner he'd made for them becomes only a little harder for her to ignore as she returns his smile with her own."Have I left you speechless, my dear?", she asks teasingly as he seems to be unable to find the any sort of reply to her words she'd offered him while taking her own plate and moving out of the kitchen towards the couch. She loved how there was no nagging to be heard, no "madame, the sofas are no place to eat your meals". For just a moment, she wonders about the bed, how it would be easy to place empty plates on the nightstand all while wasting no time moving on to that dessert he'd dared to mention earlier. It has her lips curling into a coy smile as she settles there on the couch, Taylor quick to follow as he spoke after the food."I'm sure that I will want to have you in my kitchen rather than the yard", she assures him then, breathing a soft sigh of contentment as she sits there so close to her. She states with the steak, taking the fork and knife in each hand and cutting a piece. When she places it in her mouth, sage eyes illuminate as a soft "mmm" slips from her lips after she swallows, turning to Taylor then."Yes, I believe that you will need to cook for me more often", she praises warmly."Although, I think perhaps the next meal should be a team effort?", she adds, lilted words light-hearted and yet they suggest that such was something she truly wanted to do with him. Moving on to the potatoes, she can hear him choke at her next string of almost contemplative words, amusement flickering through across her gaze as she watches him take a drink before his tenor tones reach for her once more and she chuckles sweetly. When he smirks and takes another bite of his food of the steak on his plate, his reply has her smile growing as excitement brightens her face."I'll leave the destinations up to you. I want you to take me anywhere you would want to go. I want to do anything and everything with you", she says warmly despite the way her heart flutters as she imagines what the next morning would bring. If only he knew just how much she wanted this, how much she looked forward to whatever they would do. She was unafraid, if not anxious, for what he would think of them to do, where they would go. She takes a few more mouthfuls of food, thoroughly enjoying the flavors of the corn and the rolls."You know, I've never made a pillow fort before", she remarks wistfully as she enjoys her meal, thinking back to his previous suggestion, just something to fill the silence as she never wanted for there to be a moment where she could not hear his voice, hear his laughter, see that smile she yearned silently for always. In truth, it would be fun. Who said that such antics were only for children? And yet, it was so innocent, the words that she spoke, when in fact the thoughts of two nights ago are beginning to encroach on her mind. She could hardly help it, though â€" not that she tried to even stop them now that they've gotten partway through their dinner.

Adelaide Claire LaBelle
i'm the hero of my own story; don't need a knight in shining armor
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