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.

you call to me, and i fall at your feet [STERLING]


Posted on August 07, 2016 by henry tudor
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The month had drug on slowly. Henry wasn't sure why. Nothing was all that different. He and Sterling both went to work and then enjoyed the evenings together. He had chosen not to see what was in his safety deposit box and it seemed like Sterling hadn't questioned him on the matter. They never spoke of it. Nor did they really speak of the innocent wound that Henry received. All Henry had told Sterling was that he cut his hand open in his attempt to return Sparkles to Mrs. Davis. Life was boring...it was NORMAL.

But today, today didn't feel normal. Henry had awoken with a fever and had managed to pop a couple of Tylenol's before calling in sick to work. He felt awful. He spent most of the day on the couch, battling a fevel that he couldn't seem to shake.

By the time Sterling was due to arrive home from work, Henry was curled on the couch, his body still shaking with fever. His joints ached and any movement was so painful it made a cry come from between Henry's lips. What the hell was he fighting? Nothing seemed to help. No pain killers worked. No fever reducers seemed to lower his fever. Upon his last temperature check, Henry's fever was 104* and climbing. For a moment, Henry thought about going to see a doctor, but even breathing was becoming painful. The expansion of his lungs made his whole body ache.

As he lay on the couch in a cold sweat, Henry prayed that he wouldn't die. He enjoyed Sterling's company too much to leave now. He wanted to be here for Sterling, to hopefully grow their relationship from something other than just a friendship. He couldn't explain why he loved Sterling so much. It was like he had known the boy his whole life. He wasn't ready to leave him. He couldn't.

Hearing the doorknob of the front door jingle, he heaved a sigh of relief. Good. Sterling was home. Perhaps he had an idea how to cure whatever it was that Henry was fighting. It was growing worse by the hour. Even now, as the sun was beginning to set, Henry made sure to take in the sunset. Perhaps this would be the last sunset he would ever see. He had to make every moment count. He had to.


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