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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.
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.
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'.
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.
on a highway full of red lights
Posted on November 20, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith That icy blue gaze goes back centuries. Kathryn has learned that her family is full of blue-eyed witches. It would seem through her line, sky blue eyes were synonymous with magic flowing in their veins, for every female born with bright blue eyes and a marking upon her skin had gained an affinity for magic, whether it be over air, water, earth, fire, all the woman with such credentials had been given gifts and they were celebrated throughout the centuries. So those silver blue eyes that rest underneath Kathryn's dark lashes were much more than simply a gift from mother to daughter, they were a mark of centuries old magic. Those who had been born female, but with eyes of earth had never seemed to gain such an affinity, and though they were loved and adored like another others born in Kathryn's ancient line, there had always been a clear line between those who had magic and those that did not. So when Kathryn had first stared up at her mother and grandparents with a piercing blue-eyed gaze, it had been so celebrated amongst them for they knew that most likely, their granddaughter would have special gifts, though what she had would yet remain to be seen. Now, the witch with those baby blues had known her family history was long, most of the fabled haired girl's roots lay in Ireland. Where her sable hair is quite common (mixed among those of bright crimson) as well as those bright blue eyes. Then her family had come over to the United States in search of safety after much of Kathryn's coven had been killed during a revival of the witch hunts. Then, Kathryn's Gram, had returned to Ireland in her late teenage years, desperate to find out more about her family's history, and that was when her own crystal blue eyes had lain upon Kathryn's very own grandfather. And peering out from underneath long, dark lashes, she had introduced herself to the Irish man and that had been the end of that. The sable haired girl was entirely unaware that someone knew exactly what was just about to happen. Maybe if she had known she would have called towards the man for a bit of help, but alas the sable haired witch knew nothing. After all, she has yet had the chance to encounter one who could tell the future of events before they happened. And she certainly did not know that when crystal blue gaze finally decided to stop day dreaming and return from their glazed over look it was too late for the wind and fire wielding sable haired witch. Silver blue eyes widen in surprise as she collides with the man, not even having heard the man that was trying to prevent the inevitable. Future telling was no match for Kathryn's lack of awareness. The man begins to berate the woman and she feels those piercing blue eyes narrow slightly in response. "I am sorry," the sable haired witch says once more to the man. Glacial gaze hardening like the ice its color so represented. Yes, she should have been paying more attention, but the dark haired witch was all too aware of how large the sidewalk was and how empty it also was on this day, the man had had plenty of room to move around her. She would not take the entirety of the blame in this situation. The zephyrs swirl around her slightly, as if letting her know they would be there should the man pose any threat, they grab once at those locks of dark cocoa, brushing against her lightly before settling around her once more. A scowl covers her features before the man simply storms off. Well, at the least the witch managed to keep her temper, she lets out a deep breath as she bends down to grab the paint can lid. Those silver blue eyes close for a moment with a sigh dropping from her lips but when she opens her eyes, Kathryn realizes that she isn't alone. Startled for a moment, the dark haired witch sets her gaze on the man bending down to pick up the lid to the paint can that had fallen off causing that paint to go everywhere. Those blue eyes widen slightly for a moment in surprise. "Oh, uh thanks, I hope I didn't manage to get any on you," she says with an apologetic smile, those serene blue eyes glancing over him for a moment to see if any paint had managed to land on him. She takes the invitation to grab his hand as he helps her to her feet. "Thank you," she says with a smile only to let out a silvery laugh with his next words. "Well, maybe I will get a thank you note in the mail, I will watch for it," she jokes with humor in her baby blue eyes. What was she painting. "Uh, well, my living room, it is in er, some rough shape," she stammers out, guilt ridden voice pressing through those lips as sky blue eyes dart away almost in embarrassment. Her bright blue eyes follow his own down to the blue marks upon her hand. "It's fine, really," she says good heartedly, expecting to get covered in paint once she to started on her little home improvement project. She runs a hand throw those dark brown locks before taking the cloth he offered her with some reserve, not wanting to dirty one of his possessions before taking it with a polite 'thank you.' So caught up in his kindness she nearly misses what he says, but when she does realize, that polite grin falls off her face like water plummeting over a cliff. "What did you ask me?" The sable haired Kathryn says. She blinks blue eyes for a moment as she tries to grasp her barrings. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you are talking about," she says, and it is clearly a lie. But then something changes her mind and blue eyes scan the planes of the man's face and she thinks perhaps, perhaps she can trust him. "Yes, I am," she says, the first time she had ever admitted what she was to another. |
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