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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 Make You Feel Wanted


Posted on July 18, 2018 by Adelaide Claire LaBelle
Residences

For the very first time in her life, even when it had the hands of Julian that once touched her skin which she regrets more and more as time went, the French woman found that she wanted nothing more to stay in the strong yet protective and loving embrace that Taylor had wrapped around her. It had never been like Adelaide, this yearning so content to simply exist without so much as the smallest and most fleeting regard to those wild dreams having so often left her craving to conquer the tallest mountain or stand there on the edge of the deepest sea with the wild ocean breeze pulling at the strands of her dark hair. From the day that she had decided no one would ever come between her and the freedom she'd fought fiercely for, wrenching away from the control of her father as she seized the future only she would ever write for herself, there had never been a moment in time where she'd seen herself living for anyone other than the woman she saw in the mirror. But, now, while the future she once saw for herself was still just as free and full, Taylor had become the biggest part of everything she wanted in the days, months, years to come. Still she craved to conquer the tallest of mountains, but he would be there conquering it with her. Still she dreamt of standing on the edge of the world and watching the sun ascend above the far-off horizon as though it was the very first dawn touching the earth, but it would be with him beside her. The future that once only had herself in it... now, it had Taylor in every piece. Never before had she ever felt her heart beat so gently within her breast as it was pressed against his own in those tender moments that always seemed all too brief to the dark-haired woman, nor had she ever felt it race so wildly when they would take to a lovers' embrace as those softer touches became full of heated desire that would lead to another and another before they were tangled up in the throes of that passion that burned so brightly between them. Some would say that it was nothing more than the sensations of something new and unexplored that would give her such a high when he touched her, when his lips would press into her own, all as he pulled her ever closer to him. Some might even dare to tell Adelaide that this rush he gave her, the way he both calmed the storm that would be lying in wait within those depths of glittering sage should someone be so unfortunate as to awaken it as well as be the wind beneath those figurative wings having tasted the sky, bringing to her already unbridled spirit that much more of a desire to leave everything behind and see the world and all its treasures, they were just the side effects of what it felt like to be swept up into another, that it would fade in only a matter of time.

Gods have mercy on the one that might ever dare to tell her such things. If ever there was a fire in the woman that could unsettle another, it would be nothing compared to the fury that would ignite within her sage eyes should a soul be bold enough to try and tell the French woman that what she felt for Taylor was no more than something meant to fade as its newness was bound to as they grew more familiar. Oh, the sharpened and defiant words Adelaide would have for any who might think themselves to know the depths of her love for the roguish man she would not hesitate to defend. While she was never the sort to be combative or aggressive, there was no doubt that the dark-haired woman would rise hell if any so much as dared to try and come between her and Taylor. They knew nothing of how deeply she felt for him, how from the very beginning there had been a connection tying them together before either had even realized what they'd found in an unexpected and once nameless face at the burlesque what now seemed to feel like an eternity ago. Yes, what they had was new and wild like a summer storm, but there was so much more within those wild currents. She knew that as time would pass them by, things would likely shift from white-water rapids so fierce and overwhelming and melt into a gently flowing stream that babbled sweetly as it wound and wove through a tranquil forest under the light of morning, but even the calmest of rivers were capable of creating great and vast canyons. This new fire that now warms every part of her heart and soul, it was there to warm her on cold winter mornings and light the way in the darkest of nights, even when the flames would calm from the firestorm ignited by the lighting of that first night they'd spent together and settle into a steady fire that would burn evermore in the hearth of what their love for one another would build, gentle and warm though still just as fierce and able to burn those that would try and extinguish it. Even for all that was new and unknown about the future, where this new path would take them as they walked through whatever trials and tribulations life would place before them, Adelaide knew that there would never be a moment in her life where she would not want him there with her. Adelaide, the fierce woman who her once been so uncertain that she would ever want to know the comforts of finding love, the wild spirit weary of anything that might one day try to anchor her when all she'd craved was to soar, was now ready to do anything and everything to prove that every chapter in the story of her life with Taylor would be just as passionate and leave her just as breathless as the very first page. Together, they'd show the world that not even heaven and earth come keep them from one another, even when she could not put into words how it was she knew that the flames so quickly sparked to life would never fade. Some things were impossible to explain, she's learned this much in falling so hard and so fast for him, but that didn't make them any less true or real, didn't mean that they would not last a lifetime.

That night, surrounded by their makeshift fort of blankets and pillows in which they'd made love well into the earliest hours of the morning, it has been the perfect beginning to what the coming week could bring. Even as she fell asleep with his strong arm wrapped around her as they surrendered to the tiredness that beckoned them into the world of dreams, Adelaide had felt the pure and utter bliss that settled over her heart. Needless to say, there had been no dreams that found the dark-haired woman as her conscious and subconscious thoughts drifted farther and further away from reality and into the place where she'd dreamt so many times before of the moments that she hoped to make real with the man that she could no longer imagine her world without. And yet, last night, there had been no need for dreams. Why would she dream when she was living it? The taste of his lips as they would kiss softly and passionately, the feel of his hands as they caressed her body in every way possible only to pull from her breathless sighs of contentment as well as gentle and pleading moans of desire, the racing of her heart as his warm breath tickled her skin in all the right ways as he would kiss her skin and set her body on fire, all as he would drive her into wanting him more desperately than the second before... It had been everything that their first night together had been, when at last the feelings that once lingered wordlessly within the depths their souls were finally spoken and two hearts began to beat as one, marking the start of something that would surely leave her wondering if what it was that she has done in her life to deserve someone like him, someone that truly cared and did not think of her as some delicate creature to be coddled or protected. She would be left looking back on these first moments years from now, eternally glad that she had managed to set herself free from the estate on the outskirts of Paris only to travel across land and sea unknowingly into the arms of the future she never would have seen or bothered to consider for herself. There were so many things and certainly nowhere near enough words to truly explain how this just felt so right... too right to ever be wrong. And perhaps the Adelaide that had been left behind in Paris might have been more cautious, more uncertain of just how sure all these dreams, these moments that she wanted to make real truly were, but whenever her eyes met his, whenever their lips touched... there was no questioning what this was. There was no room for second-guessing as she would have done so long ago. When Taylor held her close to him, when she would rest her head on his chest and listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart... she just knew. This was it. This was real. And of all the hearts that were given this terribly rare gift of finding someone that was the harmony to its wordless melody, it was Adelaide's own.

It was the gentlest touch of his lips upon the bare skin of the dark-haired woman's shoulder that first beckons her from sleep's dark, comforting embrace. In a way that seems almost natural, she shifts as her mind begins to awaken, snuggling closing to Taylor and the warmth that surrounds her. The next thing she feels are his lips brushing tenderly across her forehead, and it is then that dark lashes flutter open, and the first thing eyes of glittering sage find upon regaining their focus is the affectionate smile and adoring expression upon his features. A sleepy yet blissful smile curls dusty rose-colored lips. His tenor tones, gentle and quiet brush delicately against her ears in the darkness of their fort and nest of soft blankets they'd built together, the first light of the morning only just beginning to filter through the blinds drawn over the windows of the small apartment. Her smile grows, so full of the love that reflected her heart as she shifts even closer to him now."Bonjour, mon cher. Yes, I certainly did", she whispers softly as she returns his kiss lovingly, then nuzzling under his chin to press her lips tenderly to Taylor's neck. How a large part of her simply wanted to linger there for the rest of the day, the rest of her life even if she could, and yet his words settle over her thoughts and she begins to fully awaken, she can feel the excitement from when she'd revealed to him her master plan for just the two of them last night beginning to trickle through the cheer contentment she felt there in his arms."I am. I can't wait to see where you take us first", she answers warmly. She lingers there for a moment longer, reaching up to run slender fingers through his dark hair before finally she is able to convince herself from his embrace and the sheets that enveloped them."I shall get dressed and ready while you pack your things", she proclaims before leaning in to taste his lips once more before almost reluctantly crawling out from the seclusion of their fort, the cool air kissing her skin as she moves to where the backpack sits beside the door. She contemplates taking a shower, and yet she decides against it. Not wanting to waste too much time getting ready as well as being uncertain â€" and certainly quite curious â€" on what plans the roguishly handsome man had planned, she was content to simply reach for the brush that she'd packed. Retrieving a black lace thong and bra, coincidentally being the very same set that he'd taken first seen her in, she slips into them though not without looking over her shoulders to see what it was that he was doing before turning back to the bag and pulling a pair of fitted blue jeans and black tank top.

She quickly finishes getting dressed before sitting on the loveseat and grabbing a brush from the depths of the front pocket on the backpack, running it through her dark locks and to realize that she'd forgotten something."Darling, might I borrow a hair-tie? I think I seem to have forgotten to pack a few", she calls out to him and wherever he was in the process of getting ready himself. She cannot help but smile as her own words usher forth the memory of her first ride on the back of his Harley and how he'd said he always kept spares, so surely Taylor wouldn't mind lending her one that he truthfully may or may not get back. Satisfied with her freshly brushed hair that falls effortlessly over slender shoulders, she rearranges her things within the backpack, one last finishing task before they would be setting out to make yet another memory she would always cherish.

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