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!
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.
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Posted on September 15, 2015 by Damon
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I know I'm risking a lot by talking about this now, especially tonight while we're both still at least a little inebriated with faerie blood. What if she wakes up in the morning and regrets this? What if she doesn't really want it and she's only saying what I want to hear? My fear of something I've never tried before fights back at me on the inside but this time I keep pushing back because that's how badly I want to be with her. I'm finally admitting out loud what I've felt all this time and kept hidden inside. I've always hated seeing her always so full of doubt, not thinking she deserves anything because of what was done to her by her maker. And I've been trying to make up for it all this time. But then it became something more and she became so much to me than just a try at something different. I would do anything for her and I know that. I just want her to know that too now. Even now I can see the doubts in her eyes, like she can't see how I'd choose to be with her instead of anyone else. She can't see what I see. She doesn't see the way the room lights up when she walks into it or the way her smile puts everything to shame. She can't see the fire that lights her hair or the sky that ducks in shame at the brightness of her eyes. She has become my world in such a short amount of time and yet it took this long for me to be able to admit it out loud. Right now I could shout it from the highest mountain tops and it wouldn't be enough to show how much I care about her. Even as I admit my feelings out loud, I feel the same suffocating feeling as if my breath is caught and my heart is in my throat. I know my heart doesn't beat and I don't need breath but it's the same feeling as if I did. Because now I'm waiting on her to admit something, anything. I want to know what she's thinking, especially on this. She leans into my hand and my world seems to spin on a new axis as she leans in to press her lips to mine. I have to fight the raw hunger that bubbles up inside me, wanting to uncage the monster that will tear her clothes off in seconds and take her as my own fully but I know tonight is not the time for that, not yet. I want everything to be perfect because it's for her and she's perfection personified. She looks so content as she pulls away and I know it was right to hold back. First off, I don't want that as a hazy memory for when we were drunk. I want it to be the most sober thing I've ever done. I want to remember every little ounce of her when that times comes. And I know I'll never forget it. She lays her head against my chest and finally I feel myself coming down from that infinite high of the faerie blood. I know it's finally draining from my system and I feel myself relaxing, melting around her slender frame as she fits onto my chest like a puzzle piece. Even as her eyes close, I find myself stroking her long red hair, twirling it around my fingers and planting tiny kisses on her eye lids and forehead, promising in these moments to protect her and never let her forget how much she means to me. And even as the sun comes over the horizon do I feel my own lids grow heavy and with a content sigh, I let it drag me down into a sound sleep with my arms wrapped around her. |