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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 Shine And You Can't Even Help It


Posted on July 31, 2018 by Adelaide Claire LaBelle
Residences

While there wasn't a single thing about the time that they've spent together, regardless of whether it was stolen as she dared to sneak out of the house like some rebellious teenager so that the Englishman wouldn't try to stop her or even if it was time spent beneath the careful and ever so watch of those pale blue eyes as she would sit beneath the awning to watch the men - more specifically enjoying the sight of Taylor without that pesky shirt to hide chiseled muscle from her - with Rose and Reginald sitting happily beside her, there were was a particular memory that had unknowingly sparked something within the fierce French woman's heart what felt like an eternity ago. Among the memory of their first kiss beneath the stars on the outskirts of the city in a place that they most certainly were not supposed to be, alongside the moment in her kitchen when her heart had opened up so entirely to the roguish man and revealed to him the deepest feelings that she'd kept hidden all this time from even her nearest and dearest companion, she can remember the night where they'd been sitting there on the couch in the living area as she began to repay him for having defended her when she would have always proclaimed to the world that she would never need protecting. Carefully, she had worked those tweezers to remove the glass from his arm, encouraged by her intrigue in what it was about him that set him so far apart from the wretched men she'd had the displeasure of meeting in the past. They shared their reasons for leaving their past behind, setting their sights on the horizon only to find the city lights of Sacrosanct calling to something within their once guarded hearts..."I owe some people money, bad people. I would recommend you stay away from me after this. I can't guarantee they won't find me"... She had seen even before those words left his lips that he was nothing like the suitors who'd pursued her so tirelessly, but it was in those words that ushered quietly against the crackling of flames within the fireplace as they sat so close together no more than two strangers brought together by perhaps so much more than either of them knew that Adelaide truly began to see. Taylor had wanted to keep her out of harm's way even in those first moments, and she can remember easily how his hunter green gaze had softened in that moment. He hadn't wanted to risk the demons in his past finding the French woman, and for her, just that one simple gesture given life by words of caution spoke of so much more. It had meant so much more, even before the dark-haired woman knew for certain what it was that they shared or where it was that the future would take them.

He was different, from the undeniable fact that he was not of some long and "noble" lineage riddled with self-entitled buffoons to the faded jeans and fitted t-shirts marked band names and amusing one-liners he so often sported in place of the hand-made and perfectly pressed suites she was so accustomed to seeing that it had become the image of arrogance and shallow values. Taylor spoke nothing but honest words to her in all the time that they did share, and it was in the way he would smile gently as he turned to look at her while she sat there upon the outdoor furniture when he thought she might not notice, in how he would not try and flatter her with words like how beautiful or gorgeous she was but instead always reminding her of how strong she was, how she could do anything, how he wanted to be there with her as she took on the world. He hadn't tried to win her with honey-soaked words, and this had been but one small thing that set him so far apart from the others. Words were so seldom needed between them, only ever sharing a look to know of the growing feelings that danced their silently yet oh, so clearly in the depths of the other's gaze until at last their hearts had been unable to deny what it was they felt for each other. It had taken root between them and grown so quickly that even still it left Adelaide breathless as she remembers every gentle look or mischievous smile that Taylor would give her, having the dark-haired woman falling so deeply in love with the man stealing her heart before she'd even realized. All those worthless suitors had used flattery in the form of refined words woven with deceit and gluttony in a futile attempt to make the French woman swoon and fall for them like she could not see the emptiness in their ceaseless compliments which were so unoriginal it was enough to make Adelaide roll those sage eyes of hers in a bored and clearly unimpressed manner. So many times, they would praise her beauty or her grace, and yet not once had even one of them spoken of the wild spirit that she was. Not once had they ever dared to tell her that she could have the world, because to them, she was just the daughter of a wealthy nobleman whose estate was what they were really after. And this is where the vast sea separating Taylor and those suitors only seems to grow wider and deeper. No, he might not have the means that those French men did, and he might have found trouble for himself that was enough to concern himself with what might happen if ever those bad people found him with her, but not even for a moment had Adelaide been afraid. From the first moment he'd confessed the very things so many were always quick to hide or even dare to refuse the existence of, she had never been afraid.

And so, even as she laid there hardly wanting to leave the warmth of their fort or move from the feeling of him around her, she knows that they would make it through anything. She wonders how she could have been so fortunate, so lucky to have found him and somehow managed to have the man falling for her just as she endlessly was for him. He was the one that filled her every free thought whether she was within the comfortable walls of the manor or the bustling bistro. There was no one else for her, no other that could bring that fleeting and gentle smile to her lips as she would stand there on the back deck of her little piece of Sacrosanct that only seemed to be thriving more and more each time their doors opened. She would feel the ocean breeze run unseen fingers through lock and flowing locks of rich dark cocoa and think of how much more she would rather his hands be tangled there as his lips pressed lovingly against her own. The lulling sound of saltwater waves crashing against the sandy shoreline not too far in the distance were always pleasant and welcoming, a delightful relief from the sounds of cars passing by on those busy and crowded streets of the city's heart, but she finds that her heart craved more the deep tenor tones of the roguishly handsome man that her heart yearned for every moment that they were apart, imagining the warmth that would wash over her wild spirit when he would whisper either something tender, teasing, or less than innocent. Only Taylor could bring a calm to the wild spirit that shone fiercely, defiantly within those eyes of glittering sage that would look out to the sea, to the setting sun as it would begin to dip below the horizon. Countless time, the dark-haired woman fantasized of her and Taylor taking their adventure to the ocean, imagining nothing but endless blue meeting sky as they chased the sun to see where it disappeared to at the end of the day. How she craved nothing but the freedom that she found here in this foreign world that has now come to feel more like home than France ever did, and yet now, as business only seemed to get better as tourists learned from the locals about the little exotic bistro unlike anything else in the area, she finds herself growing... restless. Almost as restless as she'd been when first she had arrived here in Sacrosanct. She wanted more. She wanted more with Taylor. Every morning, every afternoon, every night... And that want, it only ever grew, even faster now that they were a couple looking to the future and what it might hold for them. It didn't matter how long it would take, the obstacles that they would face, or the moments where she might falter. She had Taylor, and lying there in his arms, she knew that there was nothing she would ever want, ever dream of more than life with him.

She can feel him hold her tighter as she moves closer to him and her sleepy smile grows, her heart soaring in that moment when he buries his face in her hair. He whispers that soft "good morning" and she can't help the love that shines so brightly within sleepy eyes of sage that meet those gentle hunter greens. When she kisses him and nuzzles closer to him, not even a moment passes when his quiet murmur has her smile turning playful at his words, looking up at him with all the giddy excitement of a child knowing that today would be their first trip to somewhere special. A girlish giggle bubbles from her lips as she blinks dark lashes over her gaze that does not waver from his own. When he smirks and makes the remark that he would have to make it good, there is an impish smile dancing across her feminine features now."I have faith that whatever you choose will be perfect. I want to do everything you like to do", she murmurs back, though there is a glimmer of mischief in sage eyes then, knowing that he would understand that she meant so much more than fishing for the first time, hardly opposed to entertaining the idea of certain indoor activities being carried out recklessly, passionately somewhere that she never would have dared to think before Taylor. In the same moment where he could calm the storm that was Adelaide, he could just as easily encourage it further, tempting her to test his own strength for an experience that could only ever leave them breathless. She hardly attempts to hide the wicked satisfaction she feels as he groans in wordless approval to the way that she runs slender fingers through his hair, a smile finding his chiseled features as he murmurs yet again, coaxing a mischievous smile to the man she so adores."As terribly tempting as that is, we would be missing out on our adventure if we stayed", she teased with sultry lilted words. This time, he groans in mild discontent as she gets up and crawls out of her first ever pillow fort. There is a smirk that follows his next words and have her giving him an amused look as she runs a hand through her own hair now, watching the man as he rolls over onto his back, hunter greens taking her in."But do you really want others to see what is only meant for you, my dearest?", she purrs back playfully. Taylor heaves an exasperated sigh, his words only having her laughing lightly at the clear effort he seems to put into getting out of their shelter and stepping into those discarded boxers and shorts before disappearing down the short hallway to pack. She watches him until the undeniably handsome frame of the man disappears into the bedroom, the sound of him shuffling around and collecting his affects almost having her make her way down the hall silently and engaging in one quick little moment like the night before. How she refuses the desire that so burns in her core, she does not know, but she does all the same.

Getting dressed does not take the French woman long, only having just slipped into her black tank top when Taylor enters back into the living room and tossing his packed back onto the couch covered in blankets. She almost turns around then, but before she can, he is standing there behind her, his strong arms are wrapping around her waist in that moment. She hums a delighted "mmm" of approval as she leans back into his embrace with a coquettish smile dancing across her lips as his lips brush against the skin of her neck. Oh, the things that he did to her! Had it not been for the excitement of the road trip just moments away, there was no doubt in her mind that they would have locked themselves away from the rest of the world in this small apartment as much her home now as the manor in Dupont Circle. His tenor tones brush against her ears as she lifts a hand to reach for the back of his own neck."Yes, well I could certainly say the same, mon amour", she says sultrily up to him before reluctantly leaving his embrace to sit on the chair so that she could finish getting ready. When she asks for a hair tie and he replies, his words have her laughing softly once more as she watches him disappear briefly into the bathroom, Taylor having been the only man so capable of bringing that gentler, sweeter side to the dark-haired woman out. It was effortless for him to give her the very thing that had been far too scarce in her past, and now it always seemed that she was laughing and smiling because of him."Indeed I am", she says playfully after him. He returns to give her the hair tie and she takes it from him, twisting it into her thick hair."Merci beaucoup", she purrs sweetly in accented words while again sage eyes trail after him, running along his defined back and the muscle there. When she is finished getting ready, she sits there and waits patiently for him to appear again, and when he does, wearing faded jeans and â€" almost to her dismay â€" sporting a shirt that fit him just tightly enough to tease her with what she knew rested beneath the fabric, sage eyes read the writing and she lifts a brow playfully at him, though she says nothing to it as he grabs his bag, smiling as he gestures with his hand to the door. A new wave of excitement seizes the French woman anew, gaze illuminating her face."I was born ready", she answers, a fierce determination and eagerness awakening in sage eyes as she reaches for the handle and walks out the door with her backpack slung over her shoulder. Every step that brought her closer to the Harley only intensified her excitement, her heart beginning to race at the idea of where they would go and what they would do. She stops there beside the motorcycle, reaching for the compartment that she knew by now held the spare helmet, looking to Taylor with an impish smile as she fastens it precisely upon her head."No holding back this time, though", she teases in accented words, giving him wink as she rearranges her long, dark hair, waiting for him to get on and start the machine that would carry them to who knows where.

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