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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

I Want To Call You Mine And Hold Your Hand Forever


Posted on June 04, 2018 by Adelaide Claire LaBelle
Residences

While she knew that everything happened for a reason, knew that all the pain and heartache that they had been weathered through was what had surely helped to make them into the spirits that they were today, the French woman wanted to think that even if they would have met in a different way and under a much less distasteful situation, they still would have found each other. It was impossible to imagine the roguishly handsome man on the streets of Paris really, and in truth she could not have been more content that it was in coming here, adamant on placing as much distance as she could manage between herself and her parents, she had stumbled very much without intention upon him. He seemed to belong in this world far from her own, but what if they would have first come across one another on the streets of Sacrosanct as two strangers going on with their day so unaware of the other's existence in that moment? What if he hadn't been so wounded and yet somehow still found his way into this city? Would they have only glanced at the other ever so briefly, offering only a courteous smile before going their own separate ways? Perhaps he might have opened a door for her, and she would smile and thank him for being kind, and things still might have somehow led to a much different conversation and yet still they would find the other... interesting. Wasn't that how it had all started that night in the burlesque, drunken buffoon aside? Yes, it had been that disgusting brute of a human that had ultimately drawn Taylor's attention to the dark-haired woman, but something in her mind could not help but wonder if the drunk hadn't been there how things might have been. She would have noticed him in the end, shifting in her seat to look out at the sea of strange faces that hadn't the slightest idea who she was. He would have been hard to ignore, someone as handsome as he was. Perhaps she might have seen him sitting alone as he had, and after watching him for a few moments, she would have walked over to where his small table for two was and asked if he would mind her joining him? It was easy to see Taylor welcoming her still, easy to imagine that they might have shared an enjoyable conversation in the warmth of that... establishment. She would wonder what he might have thought of her in that moment if perhaps he was already well on his way to becoming the man that his father never believed that he could be, working with determination to build his own career. They could have laughed after a few drinks, and she still would have seen that he was nothing like the suitors that her father has tried to convince her to find a husband in.

Without the scars that they both wore upon their rebellious hearts, would their souls have still carried them to one another somehow? Part of the dark-haired woman felt that they would have. Perhaps some might have laughed at her musing of the different ways that they might have bumped into each other when neither of them had been looking for someone, but that was simply the curious nature of the French woman. She entertained the ideas, the possibilities and how things might have unfolded differently. She enjoyed the idea of having opened the Beachside Bar and Bistro only for him to have walked through those freshly painted doors and say at the bar. She would have gone over to him in that moment to welcome him in and taken his order, but what would he have done had he been successful in chasing his own ambitions? What if he had been doing well for himself? What would his life be like, and even if they would have ended up talking well after closing, would he have looked at her in that same way? Would their hearts still have called out to the others? It was a scenario that would leave her smiling as she imagined them arranging a day and time where they would go out for coffee just to get to know each other. And then, there was Townsend... Would he have taken a liking to Taylor instead of looking upon him like the man was the very last thing Adelaide needed in her life? It was almost amusing to think of the Engilshman actually approving of the new man in her world, how he might have seen the spirited light in the French woman's eyes of glittering sage and encouraged her rather than spending just about every chance that might arise to try and convince her that Taylor wasn't right for her. In the end, no matter which wistful way she imagined them finding one another only to end up where they were now, in the comforts of his apartment sharing dinner and plans for a week where they had nothing else to think of what where it was that the road would take them and the things that they would see and do, things had worked out just as they should have and that was all that mattered to her. Even if he had been successful, even if it hadn't been for that drunkard, he would have still been Taylor. It would have only changed the smaller aspects of what their future might be like, or so she believed. And yet, the more that she thought about their pasts and the people who had hurt them, the more she became almost begrudgingly thankful. If never having been betrayed, never having felt trapped would not have led her into Taylor's arms... she wouldn't have had it any other way. She would go through it all again simply to end up right here, with his strong arms pulling her to him as hunter greens looked into her own with desire and gentle affection. And, as she looked back into his eyes, she couldn't help but believe that he felt the same way that she did.

Ever since he came into her life, she could only think of all that they would be able to do together, what she could to make him smile and help him to see the Taylor that she did in every moment they had together â€" stolen or not. Little did the roguishly handsome man know that this week was only just the beginning of this new chapter in their lives. She had yet to tell him of the other ideas that had come to life within her thoughts, hadn't dared to breathe even a word to Townsend what it was that she intended to do for the one that made her feel so free and yet so content simply being wherever he was. There was little doubt in the dark-haired woman's mind that the Englishman would do his best to try and talk her out of her ideas, but her poor William stood no chance at succeeding. Not after what she'd discovered buried deeper in the heart of the city that they called home. Ah, but such was Adelaide's defiant and determined nature. After all, how was she to help the man that she loved become the man that he desired to be if he was nothing more than a landscaper? Her landscaper? She had seen something in his eyes that night, as the stars shone in the night sky above and the city lights glowed below them in the distance. It was the want to be something more, and while his words spoke of what she could see even before tenor tones reached out to her quietly in the dark as they stood there together with her hand wrapped up warmly within his own, Adelaide knew that he would not be able to accomplish this by working for her..."You are strong, Adelaide, so strong. You deserve a man just as strong to stand beside you. Someone who brings just as much to the table and doesn't fall short of any of your expectations. I know I'm not that man....but maybe, I can work to become him"... In that moment, she had known that he was the one that she wanted to be that man. He didn't want to rule her world, he simply wanted to be a part of it. He didn't think that he was entitled to the heart she hadn't wanted to give away to anyone ever again, instead even going on to say that he didn't even deserve her. Just in saying those words, in the truth that filled those hunter green eyes as he held her cheek in the cup of his hand and looked into her own eyes of glittering sage illuminated by starlight, he deserved her more than anyone ever could or would. It had touched her, caused her heart to flutter within her breast, hearing how he wanted to provide for her. No one has ever wanted to do that for the dark-haired woman. No, they had only ever wanted her as some prize, and she refused to be that for anyone. With Taylor, she knew that she was more than that, that he saw her and her wild spirit in the light that she had silently been hoping someone would. For that, she wanted to return the favor. She wanted to show him that he was capable of just as much as she was, and perhaps even more.

But first, she had to make certain of something, and that would be in the next few days that they spent together, going anywhere and doing anything. She cannot help the lilted laughter that falls in time with his own chuckle as he readily agrees with her keeping things interesting for him. Oh, if only he knew the thoughts that would flicker across her mind then as she imagined with unabashed desire what their days would hold for them. Especially now that he had given her a key all her own to the apartment. Had she not been entirely confident that Taylor would enjoy the surprises that she could leave him, she might have almost been fearful that both her innocent and less-than-innocent ideas might be too much for him. She pushes these thoughts aside for now though, wanting to stay in this moment with him, not wanting to get too ahead of herself or else she might not be able to sleep tonight. The last thing she wanted was to be tired come dawn's first light, when they would begin their spontaneous and uncharted adventure into the unknown that rested beyond the city limits of Sacrosanct. Settling there on the couch with Taylor quickly following, another smooth chuckle falling from him before he makes the remark about not wanting to distract her from the food that Townsend always so skillfully prepared, the smile dancing across her lips turning coy as she raises a brow."Any distraction from you is most welcome, I assure you", she purrs sultrily to Taylor, hardly missing the way that his hunter greens would linger upon her lips as she lifted that piece of perfectly cooked steak into her mouth. She reveled in how enraptured he was by her, just as she was by him. Gods knew that it was getting harder to keep her thoughts from wander places that she wasn't quite ready for it to dwell on. His gaze lifts back up to her own, his signature smirk finding chiseled features that send her heart ablaze, a warmth beginning to stir within her core at the mere sight of it, his tenor tones doing the opposite of helping her keep from craving another night like two nights ago. And when he winks, that coy smile becomes coquettish."I intend to do just that, lover", she whispers softly, sage eyes glittering boldly as she finishes the last of her meal. She couldn't decide if she wanted time to stand entirely still or move a little faster in that moment, but it wasn't that any amount of wishing or urging would make either the reality they would be surrounded in. His next string of words have mirth illuminating her gaze as she takes that final mouthful of food as he speaks of never being too young for a pillow fort, finding herself ever falling further for him in that moment. He then smiles at her next lovingly spoken words, she leans into him then, smiling affectionately at the soft sound of bliss he makes, although that fleeting gentleness is overcome by her ever familiar and impish smile as she looks down to Taylor."I believe I am your girlfriend now, if I'm not mistaken. And what sort of girlfriend would I be if I did not take care of myself and you. I don't need you to fuss over me as much as Townsend does at home", she teases gently, adoration flickering across her gaze as she moves away. In truth, she found that she didn't mind the idea of Taylor wanting to take care of her, but she certainly wouldn't allow for him to coddle her. If anything, it was time that someone took care of him.

Adelaide wastes little time washing up her dishes, sage eyes glittering mischievously as Taylor sat there on the couch. Unable to help herself, she lifts her shirt up and over her head, discarding it quietly behind the couch as she leans against the back of the furniture, kittenish smile playing across dusty-rose lips as he tilts his head, although he does not turn around to look at her. She can't help the impish satisfaction as he groans softly in response to her teasing gesture, his voice a rugged whisper. She resumes an upright position now as Taylor moves to stand, and when he turns and those hunter green eyes caress her exposed torso and laced lingerie, dark hair cascading over her shoulders in a haphazard manner, she bites her lip ever so subtly in wordless reply to his reaction, amusement flickering across glittering sage as he clears his throat, tenor tones more than enough to tell her that he was enjoying the evening thus far."You say that almost like you don't like it", she teases in a tone all too innocent and sweet. She giggles girlishly, playfully as she twirls slowly when he walks past her to wash his own dishes â€" and rather quickly one might add â€" before he disappears down the hall and into the bedroom for a moment. It is in this moment that she decides to make things just a little more... interesting. After all, she certainly wasn't about to sleep in jeans. Unzipping them, she removes them and pushes them up against the back of the couch to reveal the same matching white lace thong panties. He does not take long at all to reappear with the comforter slung over his shoulder with that roguish smirk, his words playful."Why, thank you", she replies, delight brightening her features as he sets the blankets and pillows, surveying the small living area, rubbing his chin ever so thoughtfully, having Adelaide think to herself just how much she enjoyed that almost brooding expression when it was far from serious and solemn. He makes the mention of needing to rearrange the furniture and she gives a nod before looking back to Taylor, eyes glittering with impish intentions. She steps closer to him, slender fingers grasping lightly at the orange Avenged Sevenfold, batting dark lashes up to him."Well, shall we get started, then? Although, I hardly think you'll need this", she whispers coquettishly to him. She does not hesitate as she pulls the fabric up, having to lift herself up onto the balls of her feet to lift it over still damp hair. She then decides to pull it over her own slender and much more petite body as it hung loosely on her supple cruves, running her hands through long locks of dark cocoa so that it fell over her shoulders once more. How she had been yearning to wear something of his.... Turning on her heels then, she moves to stand beside the loveseat."What shall we move, my love?", she asks in accents words like silk and honey, that impish gleam still filling her gaze as she raises a brow in gentle emphasis, waiting patiently for him to tell her what they would need to do to make their first pillow fort together, though she certainly hoped that this would not be the last.
Adelaide Claire LaBelle
i'm the hero of my own story; don't need a knight in shining armor
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