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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

You Put Your Arms Around Me For The First Time


Posted on May 31, 2018 by Adelaide Claire LaBelle
Residences

They'd been in the kitchen that morning, the very first morning that they'd shared..."I've always felt like I was born less than perfect. My big sister, Kari, was the epitome of the perfect child. Straight A's and shallow friends. She got a full scholarship and became a psychologist with a steady paycheck. Married with kids. My father's pride and joy. I knew from a young age I could never live up to that. So, I quit trying. I went in my own direction, started skipping classes to ride around town and find trouble. I got in fights a lot, mostly playing the punching bag between the nerds and the bullies. I figured they were the future of this country and they deserved to get their education un-harassed. At least that way, I was doing my part. It's not like I had anything to give"... Over and over those words would play within the French woman's mind as she revisited that moment when she had opened the deepest, darkest parts of her heart and soul that not even the blonde Englishman knew of to the roguishly handsome man that her parents never in a thousand lifetimes would have wanted her to be near or even affiliate with. She remembers perfectly the anger that swelled within her heart as Taylor told her of his past, of his father and how he had done nothing to make Taylor feel like he meant something. She remembers how, for the first time, she had wanted to do whatever she could to be there for the man she'd only just met the night before. Her heart had gone out to him then and there, and that had been when the unexpected happened. Before Adelaide could stop herself, the one wall that not a single soul had been able to break through came crumbling down so suddenly and every feeling of being alone, feeling trapped came rushing forward without hesitation...

"You wouldn't think a life of wealth and all things material would be so empty. Other than Townsend, I've never really had any true friends or relationships. I was... lonely. I felt... trapped", she had said quietly, the feeling of tears denied their freedom having come so close to showing themselves in that moment."Here, I can breathe. I just want to feel, you know? I want to see the sun set over the ocean for the first time, experience so many things, and maybe even find someone that doesn't just look at me and see what I have"... The night before, she had felt that there was something they shared, but she hadn't known what or why. It was that morning that she knew that their hearts carried scars so frighteningly similar. Yes, their stories were quite different, and yet the wounds that they'd endured were almost one in the same â€" inflicted by those that never once cared to believe in them, those that should have loved them and supported them more than anyone else ever would. It was not that she felt she could not trust her nearest and dearest companion with what she had told Taylor in that moment. No, that was not the case at all. If there had ever been another before Taylor that the dark-haired woman felt safe with, it was Townsend. He was the big brother that she'd never had in her life, and when they'd forged their friendship through those first introductions, she was certain that even their parents would never have thought that the two would become as close as they did. And yet, she had never shared the feelings that stormed wildly within herself. She had tried once, confiding in her gentle mother with the hope that the older woman would understand, that just maybe she had also had such dreams of seeing the world when she had been Adelaide's age. However, her mother had only proven to the dark-haired girl wrapped up in those arms that should have felt like the safest place in the world that Adelaide was truly alone.

When Taylor had opened his heart to her that day, everything after that seemed to move so fast. It had been startling at first, and yet as she would look back on that night where he'd stolen her away to the outskirts of the city, there was no other way she would have had things happen. If anything, she wished that they might have found each other sooner, before all the wounds and the lies that they had both been forced to endure. It is hard for her not to smile when she thinks of how they had mused the idea of what life might have been like had he been a boy in Paris and she the adventurous young girl that daydreamt of conquering the tallest of mountains and slaying the fiercest of beasts. She knew it was silly to be thinking of such things, wondering about the what if's and how everything could have been had they not been born an ocean and innumerable miles apart. Or, perhaps even if she had been born here, just another girl next door instead of the daughter of some deceitful French nobleman that sought to control anyone and everything around him that his wealth and status might allow. While there were surely little girls out there in the world wishing to have been born as princesses, Adelaide would have traded all that just to live in some little run-down home downtown and be as free as she could have ever wanted. And if they would have met, she and Taylor, oh the trouble that they could have gotten themselves into! She could only imagine their antics that they would try, all the laughter that they could have shared with each other. And as they grew up together from young children into teenagers, what would have once been imaginary adventures through deep jungles would change into late nights, sneaking out of their houses or apartments to meet on the rooftop of some abandoned building past all the "no trespassing" signs to do gods know what â€" although she could certain make a guess or two. It would have been wild and reckless, perhaps even dangerous at times. Maybe even resulting in a couple rides in the back of a cop car as they were returned to their respective residences, but it would have been amazing and perfect in every way. It was almost enough to sadden her, thinking that it had taken her all these years to finally find someone that saw her for who she was, someone that loved her for the fierce and wild spirit that rested within those eyes of glittering sage and in every beat of her heart.

She had made a promise to him that she would be there to help him become the man that he wanted, and she have every intention of doing just that. He'd told her beneath the stars that same night on the little hill as they watched the light of the city below that he wanted to be something more, he wanted to feel like he deserved her. She has wondered, since the night that they'd first made love, if he still feels this way, if the demons in his past still hold fast to the confidence that she can't help but see in him despite the sheepish looks that he would give her when her boldness might take him by surprise. It angered her to know that it was because of his father that he felt the way he did about himself, and if she would have ever met the man... well, she feared that she may not be able to hold her tongue, and yet the last thing she would ever want to do is be the cause of more grief in Taylor's life. There wasn't anything that she would do or give to have the man that she loved see himself through her eyes. Despite the money that he owed to the loan sharks, despite the trouble that has followed him, Adelaide would be there beside him every step. She would face whatever came with him, just as she knew he would face the very fires of hell with her. Through hell and high water, she would show him that he was more than he considered himself to be. And as he smirks at her, gestures towards the lonesome key just waiting for her slender fingertips to find the cold metal material, all these memories and the promises that she'd made to him echo within her thoughts as she feels her heart soften despite the melodic laughter that tumbled over her lips at his tenor tones and teasing wink. When he makes the remark about feeling like a rookie most of the time, she can't help but lift a brow in a way that says without a need for words "is that so?", but instead she simply resumes with making herself comfortable in her home away from home, the one place that she already had so many plans for.

His tenor tones reach across the kitchen and to the dark-haired woman as she closes the distance, that sultry smile only curling a little more as she bats dark lashes up to him."Indeed I do", she remarks kittenishly in accented words, a soft note of laughter coerced from the French woman as sage eyes find that smirk playing across his handsome and chiseled features. She lingers in his embrace, in the nearness of him, wanting to be nowhere else and as he lifts her up and she throws her arms around him with laughter and sage eyes full of mirth and love for him, she knows that there isn't anything else that she could ever want in her world, no one else that she would rather have occupying every one of her thoughts and every minute of her day. He made it so easy to forget about her father and his wretched estate, and all of the scars from her past that littered her heart. He sets her back onto the kitchen floor and she almost pouts when it was over, but there was dinner to be eaten and... dessert to be had, along with anything that would come thereafter. As he begins to list of all the things that the dark-haired woman did to him, she did nothing to hide the glimmer of satisfaction that flickers across her gaze as she glances over her shoulder to him as he gives her a smirk."Well, so long as I keep things interesting for you", she purrs sultrily to Taylor as they settle there on the couch beside one another. He makes a remark about Townsend and she gives him an impish look before cutting into the steak."He may not be, however, I would find much more interest in that kitchen if you were there instead", she says nonchalantly before looking once more to the roguishly handsome man, giving him a cheeky wink of her own. Truth be told, the thoughts that dance across her mind were very much making the flames of her desire burn hotter, but when tenor tones slip past his lips curled into an almost devilish and teasing smirk, she pauses in lifting the fork to her mouth, feigning thoughtfulness for a moment."You certainly aren't wrong, my love. Although, I can think of other places I would enjoy doing much more than silently observing", she purrs in lilted words dripping with the desire she hardly tried to hide, eyes of glittering sage bright with wanting, though she gently pushes it aside for now.

There would be plenty of opportunities to enjoy those more heated thoughts. She does not miss the way he looks down to his place as that soft and subtle sound of satisfaction is coerced from her through the rich flavors of the steak, a coy smile finding her lips as he gives her a soft smile and makes a simple reply to her suggestion for the next meal that was to be made."I couldn't agree more", she whispers teasingly, wondering if perhaps his idea of fun was the same as hers was in this moment. Sure, they could have innocent fun, laughing and teasing one another as they always did, but her thoughts were struggling not to venture towards other activities that might make things take a little longer than they should. Ah, but that was part of the idea â€" at least, it was for Adelaide. They take a few bites of their meal in silence, though the dark-haired woman pauses to watch Taylor's expression when she reveals that wherever they would go, whatever they would do, it was all for him to decide and design as he so desired. She was not afraid to try anything for the first time, and if it was something that interested him then she would certainly want to give it a try. Whether it be skinny dipping in a lake by starlight or learning to fish by a stream lost somewhere in the trees or even something in whatever town or city that would drive through like attempting a game of pool for the first time ever, all that mattered was that would be doing these things with Taylor. So when his tenor tones confirm that he was content to play the part of the trip planner, eyes of glittering sage come alive with excitement."I can't wait to see what you have planned, although winging it will be just as exciting I'm sure", she says in lilted words filled with an eagerness to match the bright smile that danced across soft slips after another mouthful of potatoes. Part of the French woman was already anxious for the morning to come so that they could gather what little they would need. Almost. In the very same moment, she wasn't quite ready to end the night, not when the night was still fairly young and they were finally able to be together without having to consider the anxious Englishman who was most likely expecting her evening text here in the next few hours. She was hardly the sort to break promises after all.

When Taylor seems to stop midway through bringing another piece of his steak to his mouth, Adelaide having eaten a little faster than she thought considering it was almost entirely gone, she turns to see the disbelief clearly written upon his features before announcing that tonight would be one of many firsts for her."Good. I was almost worried you might think we were too old for such things", she teases with mirth illuminating her gaze as she finishes the last of her meal."That truly was delicious, mon cher. Thank you", she says warmly as she leans into him, pressing her lips gently against his cheek before rising out of her seat and moving into the kitchen where she places her empty plate and glass in the sink, quickly washing and drying them. However, as she moves out the kitchen, Taylor is finishing the last of his plate still. Smiling mischeviously to herself at this opportunity, she does not move to sit beside him. Instead, she moves to stand behind him, but not without first silently slipping off her white v-neck to reveal a bra of white lace, placing the article of clothing on the floor by her bare feet. She then leans over the back of the couch and crosses her arms as support, dark hair tumbling around her as she lowers a hand to trail a slender finger back along the familiar outline of his collarbone, bringing her lips only a breath away from his ear."Almost ready?", she purrs softly to him then, before softly nibbling at the lobe, a sultry smile upon her lips as she giggles ever so softly and coquettishly. Now that her stomach was full, she was ready to begin their adventure tonight, starting with that pillow fort he promised along with whatever she might feel so bold as to try and coax from him, although something in the dark-haired woman assured her she would hardly have to ask.

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