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.
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona
I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.
That soft sniffle was so utterly uncharacteristic of the usually healthy vampire as his fingers gingerly massaged his temples. God, his head was utterly pounding, the very pain caused that soprano voice to feel more akin to needles as Petra searched so diligently for him. A frown tugged deeply at the corners of his features as Sebastian's hand fell from his forehead. The urgency of her voice prompted the vampire to replace the towel that hung around his waist for the comfort of cotton pajama pants. It was, admittedly, a struggle to forgo the warm embrace of the bed as he passed it, particularly when he felt.....so...cold. A shudder ran down the length of his spine, those goosebumps prickling up upon his bare arms as he moved towards the hallway. Softly, the vampire bid the young woman to quiet, as if it might somehow lessen the headache and building pressure within his face. God, he couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. Even so, Sebastian strove, all the same, to reassure her that this was not what death felt like. At the very least, it hadn't been what dying to Anna-Marie had felt like - or like every morning when the sun rose and stole life from his veins over and over again. No, this was a different kind of misery. He was aware of that quiver to her lower lip as if the girl's hysteria was getting the best of her. How she reminded him of his own sisters, long gone though they were.
It was that mention of that green ball of...slime, however, that marred his very features with discontent. Ever since Petra had touched that thing, he had felt.....uncomfortably different. From that soreness in his throat to the general, ever-present feeling of malaise - nothing had been the same, even after washing that goo from his figure. His eyebrows furrowed in thought, that dull pain in his head an ever constant companion as the man slowly nodded in agreement.
Sebastian watched in silence as Dorian moved to his side, the vampire failing to fall to those usually polite tendencies when he felt so...awful. Thankfully, Dorian was all too quick to make up for his own lacking as the Monarch presented Petra with a small smile. Those introductions were relatively short, however, before Dorian's attention returned back towards him. He was hardly oblivious to his lover's veiled, gentle childing, after all, it wasn't often that Sebastian returned to the manor with company - particularly without informing the fae King of his intentions beforehand. Tonight, he had broken all of those unspoken rules and, frankly, Sebastian had little but suffering to show from it.
Slowly, his navy hued irises turned towards the pale vampire woman, following his lover's own gaze towards her as Dorian inquired after whether or not they were okay. Frankly, he was beginning to wonder the same, Dorian's own uncertainty all but shatter the once confidence he'd had that everything would surely be fine. Petra's abrupt addition that they looked like death only furthered that glimpse of concern upon his features before an audible sigh left his lips.