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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.
You Make Everything Seem Brighter
Posted on July 28, 2019 by Adelaide Claire LaBelle
 | Adelaide would hardly deny that, while it hadn't exactly been in her plans for the Englishman to accompany her to this once-new and now familiar world across the sea from her birthplace, Townsend not being here was certainly felt. After all, they've been together for the large majority of her life. It was only natural to miss the man on those nights when she would come home and find the large house dark and silent - save for her canine companions. They'd be waiting for her each and every night when she would walk from the three-car garage, through the attached laundry room, and then open the door leading to the hallway and into the kitchen area when one would take a right. There, Rose and Reginald would be sitting ever-patient and pleased to see their mistress return after yet another long shift at the bistro. It was always enough to bring a gentle smile to dusty rose-colored lips, sage eyes reflecting that tender affection she so held for the two beaucrons as she would reach down with a slender hand and greet them both. Yet, there was still an emptiness that was difficult for her to dismiss entirely. The Frenchwoman would get a call on most nights from the Englishman, their conversations warm despite being brief due to the time differences that now drove an unseen rift between the lifelong friends. Even then, it only eased the loneliness for as long as the call would last. It left her yearning even more for the company of Taylor, and while she was certain that Townsend would hardly be pleased at the idea of the man staying in the same house - and no doubt the same bed - as Adelaide, would it not help him feel just a little comforted knowing that she was not alone in this house far too large for just one woman and two dogs? Might it not unease him more to know that she did not have someone nearby should some sort of trouble arise? Dupont Circle was far from being a part of the city were break-ins and robberies were common, and it wasn't as though she couldn't defend herself. If anything, she would be thoroughly surprised and entirely unnerved if any sort of intruder was not left immediately regretting their decision to make a target out of her home when they would be met by two snarling dogs bred for the purpose of protecting. Still, there was something about waking up in the early morning hours knowing that the Englishman was just down the hallway from her own bedroom at the top of those elegant mahogany stairs which lent Adelaide a warmth she never truly spoke of to Townsend... She wonders to herself if it might be a task at all to ask Taylor if he wouldn't mind staying with her for a little while. Maybe just until the Englishman returned from overseas. Naturally, Adelaide would like to think that he would be more than happy to oblige. It was clear, in how he was always crossing her mind despite the hectic nature of her past few weeks, in how she would find herself yearning deeply for the warmth of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, that the Frenchwoman longed for the man who held her heart even more. Their little vacation certainly hadn't helped her with that ever-constant wanting, and it was to be expected that their time apart with only mere fleeting glimpses of each other would have Adelaide eager for a chance to see him - and hopeful that he might want to close the distance their work lives seemed to have worked its way between them recently. With all this, would Taylor say no when she would ask him after their breakfast this morning? It seemed highly unlikely, but she also recognizes the fact that he did have a home of his own in the small apartment not too far from here. It was cozy there, and he would be surrounded by things that were familiar to him. Things that were his belongings. So, while she felt certain that he might be just as eager as herself to once again share a bed, Adelaide had long since taught herself to be realistic in her expectations of others. If he said that he would rather stay in his own home, then of course the Frenchwoman would not argue or try to coerce him into changing his mind. She cared for him, respected him far too much to do such a thing. And, of course, there was always the other option... She could stay with him. They've shared that bed before, that night when they hadn't been able to hide their feelings for one another any longer... Oh, how passionate a night that had been! And, so too were the nights thereafter, when she'd surprised him with a visit, backpack slung over her shoulder as she announced Townsend's departure and her time made available to Taylor completely. She can hardly stop the smile from dancing across her lips as she continues with cooking breakfast, those memories flickering through her thoughts as she hummed ever so softly. If she could relive each moment with him, she would without the slightest hesitation. It was unlike anything she'd ever had the chance to do before. The sights, the laughter, the closeness of the man she so adored... Life had been perfect, so much so that she'd been far from ready for it all to end. And yet, she knew that there were still so many memories to be made as time would pass them by. What they would be, where they would go, Adelaide hadn't the slightest idea. In the end, it didn't matter. So long as Taylor desired to be a part of her future as much as she hoped to be a part of his, the destination could be anything and anywhere. Then came the tell-tale roar of the harley as it pulls up into the driveway. Even now, she still cannot keep her heart from racing ever so slightly in excitement, know perfectly well that Taylor had arrived. Eyes of glittering sage turn to see the canines shift their own gazes to the front door. Of course, it was Reginald who rises to a sitting position, his tail wagging across the tile floor as he hears the gentle knocking before Taylor finally enters. Rose remains in her laying position, dark eyes locked on the man in clear refusal to go and greet him despite the savory scent of the biscuits that Taylor held. Reginald wastes no time as he trots down the hall and to Taylor's side, happily taking the treat the man offers, clearly pleased on several accounts to see one of his favored humans. Adelaide is only just finishing up the scramble she'd been preparing when her own ears can catch the sound of his steps drawing closer, his tenor tones a welcomed sound in this otherwise empty home. However, she cannot hide the coy smile as his words come to a sudden stop, glancing up from her task to see the man struck speechless for a moment only to clear his throat at the momentary loss of confidence she so loved about him. His words have a soft, lilted laugh trickling from her own lips as she allows her own gaze to sweep over familiar broad shoulders and everything that came with them, a slender brow lifting."Oh? Is that so, mon amour?", she purrs in sultry tones to the man as he leans over the bar to drink her in, sage eyes unabashedly meeting his."Surely you are used to seeing me in such things by now, and... sometimes less", she teases, her voice like silk as they feign surprise. After all, they've made love practically each night while they'd been on their trip. This was almost what one might consider modest as far as the moments they've shared behind closed doors would be concerned. His next words only deepen her amusement - and her adoration - when following that soft whistle of clear admiration for the Frenchwoman's current ensemble. She removes the hot pan from the hot stove burner and turns to the cupboards behind her and lending him a rather enjoyable view as she reaches up to retrieve two ceramic plates."And why would that be, darling? What's managed to steal away your appetite this morning?", she replies coyly, turning back to face him, placing the plates on the granite counter beside the oven as she begins serving Taylor and then herself. How... impressive it was, Taylor's ability to have her wanting him even now, when half of her was just happy to finally have him to herself for a little while. And, if she had anything to say about it, the yard work could wait another day. Townsend didn't need to know that she was hoping to entice the man into playing hookie from his previously set tasks and anything else he might have had planned. Besides, it wasn't as though the Englishman would be returning in the next two weeks or so. When she'd last spoken with him, he hadn't been sure on when he would be flying back to Sacrosanct, but Adelaide had reassured her dearest friend that she was doing just fine, that he didn't need to worry. In truth, he really didn't. Despite the demands of the bistro, she's still managed to find time to get groceries when they were needed. She was not a complete stranger to keeping things clean and tidy, not that there was really much that needed to be done when it was only her for the time being. She grabs both plates now, moving from around the island to place Taylor's breakfast in front of him, planting a swift kiss onto his chiseled cheek while sitting her own plate next to his. Slipping into the chair beside him, she smiles impishly before picking up her fork."You know... I was thinking...", she says in playful contemplation as she takes a mouthful of the scramble, chewing it quickly and swallowing."Townsend won't be returning from England for a couples weeks yet, perhaps the yard work could wait until tomorrow? I finally have a day off, and I was hoping that you might not have any plans for at least a little while...", she continues on, an impish glimmer finding her gaze then as she lowers a slender hand to slide along Taylor's leg, daringly close to a certain place on the man."I thought, maybe, we could have a little breakfast and see where the morning takes us", she says quietly in sultry and suggestive accented words she was sure the man would enjoy, his thoughts perhaps meandering in the same direction as hers - upstairs and to her bedroom. Just the thought of those satin sheets twisted as they reveled in each other's company, lost in a moment likely to lead them to less than innocent things was almost enough for Adelaide to forget her own hunger. Could she truly be blamed, though, for wanting Taylor both fiercely and passionately as well as tenderly? So much time had passed since they could actually be together instead of just passing one another in their busy day to day schedules, too much time really... In the end, all Adelaide truly wanted was Taylor. |
| Adelaide Claire LaBelle i'm the hero of my own story; i don't need a knight in shining armor |
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- take my breath away - By Taylor Dixon on August 02, 2019 at 5:54 PM