Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!
Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
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 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.
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 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.
Henry had hoped that his honesty would be met with understanding. Henry wanted to start off this new chapter of their relationship on good terms. He wanted their relationship to be founded on honesty and love. He had sworn off Malia, sworn off the drugs he indulged in during those dark days where he thought he had lost everything. Now, he wanted to start fresh. In order to do that, he needed to confide in his boyfriend the lows that he had fallen to when he felt as though he had murdered the one person he loved more than anything. He had wanted his confession to be a sign of trust, but it seemed that he had miscalculated his math on the subject.
Henry immediately felt the draft of the cold bedroom air as Sterling pulled away from him. Eyes looked up at his boyfriend, trying to see the feelings that would be present upon his features. But instead of the understanding that he was expecting, he saw surprise, hurt even. Slowly, Henry sat up in the bed as Sterling seemed to ask for clarification. "I thought you were dead. I called the hospitals, but no one had record of you. Sterling, I was beside myself. I thought I had murdered you. I feel into a very dark place. I did cocaine again. I tried anything to make the pain go away." He couldn't bring himself to repeat that he had slept with someone else. Clearly, Sterling didn't see this conversation in the same light as he did. How could he have been so stupid?
But then Sterling asked the question that Henry hadn't wanted to answer. Now, with the anger mixed with hurt that he felt in his boyfriend's tone, he most definitely didn't want to answer the question. And yet, he promised himself he was going to start the relationship based on trust and truths. Even if Sterling didn't feel the same way as he did, Henry would not lie to him.
He sighed his shoulders slumping forward as his eyes fell down to rest in his lap. Suddenly self-conscious, he pulled the pillow from the head of the bed and rested it in his lap. It took him several long moments before he finally heaved another sigh, his lips opening. "Malia." He wanted to tell Sterling that it had been Malia's idea. She wanted to know what sex felt like. He had given in because he was too high to think reasonably. At least he had an excuse for the first time. The second time...well, his reasoning was hardly valid.