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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.
My Own Form Of CHAOS
Posted on August 08, 2015 by Damon
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In the same comforting way she can feel me, I also feel soothed like a child just knowing that she's within arm's reach. Yet at the core of that comfort, there's a hunger like nothing I've ever known, a static electricity buzzing in my ears. My skin's never felt more alive than when I know I can touch her and that she can touch me. As her hand reaches for mine, I smile in the darkness and leet our fingers entwine, bringing her hand up to brush her knuckles against my lips in an affectionate gesture. I can't help the way my lips hunger for her skin. The stars glimmer overhead on the ceiling, her newest trick and it fits her just right. As she rests her head on my shoulder, her words only bring to life that growing hunger in my gut. I yearn to have the security to know I can reach for her any time I want, to know what lines I can and cannot cross. It is true that my history with commitment is not that great. In fact, it's very bad. But I don't know if I'v ever felt this way before and it scares the living daylights out of me. I can feel her looking up at me the moment I let the words slip and I curse myself for suddenly making this awkward. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. But I know I might not have the nerve to say it again when I'm sober so maybe this is better. At least now she knows how I really feel. I've told her my story of Catherine and how she doubel crossed me, threw away my love for her in her zest to have my brother instead. I remember how well Isolt comforted me after I shared that story. And yet she didn't draw back and that means something. I never told her about my conquests since or how for a while there, every night was a party with more human puppets to draw entertainment and food from. I'd like to wish that that part of me is over but I can't be for sure. Do I fear that I'll fall back into that and hurt Isolt in the meantime? Yes. But can I really risk not telling her and watching her fall into someone else's arms? No, I don't think I can. My heart has never been so open as it is when I'm with her. She brings out a part of me I thought had died long before I lost my humanity. Her hesitation to answer is killing me slowly inside and I find that I can't even look toward her expression after a few moments, the hope slowly fading in my eyes as I look upward to the ceiling as if to draw inspiration from the starry skies. But when I feel her staring at me, I can't help but draw my gaze back down to hers, wanting her to know just how I thirst for her, yearn for her, need her. My expression becomes a blank slate for her alone, an open book from which she can pull out whichever page she wishes because for her, I would do anything. She is my everything. As her fingers lift to my jaw, my skin softens at her touch, my eyes flittering almost closed in the soothing caress of her skin on mine. At her words, my eyes fly back open, making sure I read her words right as I once again search her expression in the darkness. I bring my own hand up now to frame her own delicate jaw, my thumb tracing her cheek bone lightly. "I have been yours since the first night I met you, Isolt. I promise." |
Replies
- i'm more alive than i've ever been - By isolt griffin on August 10, 2015 at 6:37 PM
- > you are my angel, my everything < - By Damon on September 15, 2015 at 6:47 PM