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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

Every Morning Spent By Your Side


Posted on July 06, 2018 by Adelaide Claire LaBelle
Residences

It went without saying that the roguishly handsome man would have surely seemed so very out of place against the backdrop of Paris where the French woman would fit in seamlessly. He did not dress like the men that walked those city streets, nor did his strides seem to hold within them that arrogance she had gotten more frustrated with and tired of than any number of words could ever manage to Express. There was not haughty look or smug expression worn across chiseled features and the rugged stubble that was beginning to grow upon his face. There was only warmth and kindness, the same near devilish smirk which bespoke of the desire that burned at his core just as it did within Adelaide's. And when he would falter for even the smallest of moments, handsome features turning almost shy of sheepish in wake of her boldness that so often came forth when she was with him, it was enough to soften the dark-haired woman's ever fierce and wild spirit. Never before had anyone been able to coax from her such looks of tender compassion - save for Townsend of course, especially as they worked through the passing of his darling wife. Never had there been a man that she had found herself in the presence of who did not have those walls impossibly thick and tall dividing herself and her unspoken dreams for the future from the snakes that her father dared to place before her, as though she would eventually weaken and surrender to his will and allow herself to become complacent in the roles of a wife to some shallow and stuck-up son of a nobleman or some other upper-class heritage. Clearly, he hadn't known that, as much as she despised even acknowledging that any part of who she was might be an ever weak and faint reflection of the wretched man, such sheer indomitable will within the French woman was unquestionably a trait that could only ever belong to him. Where she likely should have been able to feel some sense of pride in knowing this, she only felt discontent towards the one she could not deny her ties to, no matter how she might try or how deeply she wanted to.

Of all the places that she longed to see with Taylor beside her, taking him back to France to see the streets that she had grown up knowing so well could not be farther from her thoughts. For the dark-haired woman, there was nothing left for her in Paris. Returning, even for just a short while, would be like a songbird flying back into the hands of those who'd dared to clip her wings with selfish hope that she would never be able to taste the freedom she had spent so many hours daydreaming of as a growing youth struck with the realization that no one cared for what it was that she wanted out of her own life. She wordlessly hoped that there would not come a time that Taylor would want to see where it was that she came from, to try and get a glimpse of what things might have been like for the French woman when she'd been a young girl that bloomed into the bold and brazen woman that would do anything and everything to keep the distance between herself and her parents. She did not have to wonder if her mother and father would approve of him. No, she already knew that they would demand she leave him. She had known from the first night when she and Taylor first met outside the burlesque that they would have been displeased with even just the notion she would have even spoken to someone who, in their eyes, was easily viewed as far from worthy of their wildflower daughter. She might even be able to say with more confidence than she cared to admit that, if by some wildly outlandish odds they did end up making the journey back to Paris, her parents would have first thought him to be no more than some hired hand only to become appalled when she would boldly, proudly announce that he was in fact the man - the only man - that had won her heart through means by the likes of none that their snobbishly dressed and "perfectly" groomed suitors could ever have been capable of. She did not need to even try and imagine the looks that they would give him, the way that her mother would surely gasp silently from the relaxed-fit jeans that would hang loosely on his hips and the brightly colored orange shirt he was wearing now, all while her father would surely be demanding to know what it was that he had to offer Adelaide, how it was that the man lacking in "noble pedigree" could ever manage to provide for her. Just the mere idea of such a moment in time was enough to stir in her chest the flames of defiant fury which would undoubtedly ignite in the blatant and disapproving remarks and opinions of her parents while they would dare to speak down to Taylor as she was so certain they would.

As much as she hoped that seeing her home, seeing that impeccable estate tucked away in those beautiful and gently rolling hills just outside of Paris, Adelaide would never refuse Taylor should he truly wish to go there. It was for him and him alone that her defiant spirit would always quiet, her indomitable will and spirit content to bend for him however he might ask. It was at the gentlest of his touch and the softest of his hunter green gaze that was the one and only thing in this world that she would happily put aside her own often stubborn wants. With Taylor, nothing mattered more to the dark-haired woman than his happiness. That being said, she was certain that there would be places in their growing relationship that her fierce will and adamant nature would show through, that was just how she was. It was bad enough that the Englishman was almost as equally stubborn in looking after the French woman despite how often she would remind him that she was entirely capable of looking after herself, she hardly needed Taylor to try and coddle her. If the man knew anything about her, it was that she would never be content to be treated like something breakable, like fine china to be sat upon a shelf and dusted with the most timid and careful of gestures. And she trusted him to never try and treat her like that. He encouraged her to be the wild spirit that she was, only ever fueling the flames that burned brightly within eyes of glittering sage, and she could not be in love with him for this. Of course there was that newly discovered part of the dark-haired woman that sighed softly when he held her close, reveling in the strength of his arms and how she never had to guard her heart. To lay down her metaphorical armor and sword, to allow for herself to find that sense of security that she'd never needed as she would lean into him and his every touch, it was the very last thing Adelaide would have ever imagined herself having the chance to feel. It was because of a this, because of the way that he loved her, that he would take him to Paris if ever he asked. After all, it would only seem fair if she did as she would surely want to see his own hometown. She wanted to meet the mother he had mentioned ever so briefly, so often wondering if it was from this faceless and nameless woman that the man she loved more than words could ever say that he had gotten his gentle heart. She wanted to see the man that was Taylor's father, wanted to show him that Taylor was so much more than the man has ever given him credit for and that he was a son that any father should only ever be proud of. But, before she could do that, she had a couple more things that needed to be tended to just so that she had more than words to give life and tangible evidence that would speak to just how amazing she knew her beloved to be without question.

His tenor tones and almost devilish smirk has the desire warming her spirit ever more, making it that much more difficult for her to keep from recreating the same passionate acts of wanting two nights ago. There would be time for that later, this she could not be more than certain of. And, if the dark-haired woman had her way in the weeks to come, she intended to show the roguishly handsome man just how much he would always leave her craving him. Lilted laughter ever impish falls from dusty rose-colored lips as she gives him a teasing smile in response, once again finding that so much more was said without the need for words in that moment as they enjoyed the dinner on their plates, Adelaide unable to hide the excitement that she had for tomorrow and the days to follow. As she gets up to tend to her own dishes and he teasingly questions her, his reply only has the dark-haired woman giving him an impish look."I don't remember such a thing being listed in that contract you signed two nights ago", she teases lightly in accented words smooth as silk, giving him a knowing glance before she steps away and into the kitchen. Skillfully dispatching the task at hand and making her move as she slips that article of clothing from be slender frame, she is quite satisfied with herself from the reaction that coerced from him when he stands and turns to rest hunter green eyes upon her bare skin. It had once surprised her, how much she found herself coming to life beneath his gaze when she would have surely been seething had any man looked at her in such a way before Taylor. She took an almost wicked pleasure in watching - and feeling - how his body would react to her bold gestures, and so when he quickly assures her that he very much enjoyed their current... situation, his words clearly echoing those own thoughts full of desire that flicker unabashedly across her gaze, she gives another teasing and girlish giggle, lifting one hand to play coquettishly with long and silken dark chocolate hair."Well, in that case, let me know if there is... anything else that might help you with your construction plans", she purrs sultrily then before watching him hastily walk into the kitchen to tend to his own dishes before making his way into the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Seizing this opportunity as well and removing those jeans just as swiftly as she had her shirt, again taking kittenish delight in the way his jaw seemed to slacken and hunter green eyes wasted no time in noticing the delicate white lace of her lingerie.

She hardly misses the way that he seems to swallow, lifting a single brow daringly as she gives him a look that effortlessly conveys without words "is something wrong?", dark lashes batting playfully over sage eyes as she steps closer to him. In what was almost instinctual now, his hand rests perfectly upon her hip. It was perhaps the simplest of touches and yet it has that fire within the French woman burning ever hotter. How it was that he could reach for her in a way that did not speak of only sheer lust and hunger while in the very same moment letting her know that he wanted her there beside him, that he still very much wanted her, it was... indescribable. He smirks down to her as fingers curl gently yet purposefully into the fabric as he doesn't make even the smallest move to resist her. When she slips it over her own body, his words bring a coy smile to her lips as sage eyes revel in his own bare skin, tracing over the contour of his chiseled muscle with utmost satisfaction before they find their way back up ever-familiar hunter green."Maybe so, although I can't deny that I simply wanted to see you shirtless - as always", she replied coquettishly, unashamed as she take him in and it takes more self-control than she might let on for her to keep from deciding that the pile of pillows and blanket would do perfectly fine for the enjoyment of what they'd both decided to call "dessert". Running slender fingers through haphazard locks of dark cocoa, she moves over to the loveseat now with Taylor taking place on the opposite side. She can hardly help the coy expression that finds her as he reveals his grand scheme for their pillow fort, taking on the almost serious persona of a construction supervisor as he gestures to each piece of furniture."You've got it, boss", she replies teasingly as they work together to move the loveseat together."I have to admit, the 'serious businessman' persona is a very sexy and fitting look for you, mon cher", she purrs to him, eyes of glittering sage meeting his own gaze with daring look as they settle the loveseat where he'd indicated before moving in perfect time with one another to shift the couch.

Once it was where he had pointed moments earlier, she does not hesitate to move the coffee table, pushing it against the wall easily enough on her own, turning to Taylor once the last piece of furniture was effectively moved as she waits for him to issue their next task. Oh yes, she was very much excited for her first pillow fort, but it was what would likely come after it was built that she couldn't help thinking of in that moment.

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