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.
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in spite of the ache
It was a horribly long few minutes that neither Sterling nor the bird moved. Not a single muscle twitched. If it wasn't for the steady breathing from the man in his arms, he might would have been worried. But both were breathing. It was shallow and slow, but they were both breathing. Henry wasn't much for magical potions, but he supposed that was a good sign. At least he wasn't holding a dead body.
As Sterling began to finally stir, it brought the were back into a state of awareness. No longer was he staring off into the abyss, hoping for a miracle. Eyes looked down at the man in his arms and despite his struggling, Henry was not quick to let go. It wasn't until he began to push himself off his chest that Henry slowly loosened his grip. "Go slow..." He wasn't sure how disoriented or unsteady his ex might be (the witch was hardly forthcoming with such information) but Henry could only assume it would take some time for his near-death experience to right itself and make him seem normal again.
Finally the bird pipped up, letting Sterling know that she was okay, but perhaps in just as weak a state as he was in. He watched his ex scoop up the bird and hold her close before he looked up at him. Henry waited. He expected the man to shutter away from him or try to crawl to the opposite side of the room. Henry was probably the last one he wanted to look at, let alone be held by.
And yet, he simply asked what happened, where they were. He wasn't trying to get away. Henry brushed the boy's hair from his face as he looked down at the pair in his arms. "The poison almost killed you both. I took you to a witch's shop...she made a potion. I think it worked. I think you'll be okay." He supposed the long-term effects might not be known, but at least it appeared as though the poison was leaving.
Henry looked back up at the witch. "Thank you." He had paid entirely too much for the small vial of potion, but he supposed it was all worth it now that his ex was going to be okay. "Can I get him home now?" Henry had every intention of not leaving his ex's apartment until he knew that the other could care for himself. Hopefully he would be given the all clear to head back where he could get the two of them settled in for healing.
Henry Tudor
I will rise a thousand times again