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.
I know well that my attachment to Kohl isn't what some would consider ideal for our line of work. He's a weakness, a weapon that can be used against me if the wrong kind of people hear about it. I hear this same lecture from the likes of Azrael almost others all the time and there was a time when I would have listened. I would have packed up and left Kohl without a backward glance. But that time is long past. Viktor broke something in me when he used my trust against me and became like a father figure to me while holding secrets behind my back. When I found how that he had betrayed me from the beginning, it was a hole so deep in my heart that I never thought I could trust again. Somehow Kohl managed to burrow his way in though and hold on tightly. I don't know to this day how he did it. He would probably proclaim his mad sex skills but it was way more. It was his persistence and the way he knew how to say the right things at the right time. He knew when to give me space and more importantly, when to push. He broke down my barriers one by one and I know if something were to happen to him, it would ruin me. I know there are strong feelings there, feelings that others usually share in words but Kohl and I aren't so traditional when it comes to talking. We have other ways to prove our feelings and so far, that's worked far better for me than anything else. I know all too well how welcoming his body is for me and everything just feels so right but he's right too. He deserves to know where I've been. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that the Council didn't think to tell him. They've always been less than supportive when it comes to our relationship. I can't help but smirk a little when he tries to explain the different routes by which he went to try to find out where I am. Azrael is never a good choice since he's more upfront than most about how he feels about Kohl. And Alexander...I know next to nothing about the ancient hunter. We went on a group hunt together and he was all business, as he should be, but his cold demeanor left little to actually get to know about him. I gave up rather quickly. I lift a brow knowingly at the scowl on his features when he talks about horses since we both know how he feels about those. I do now thanks to the amusing story I was told on our vacation in Paris. I reach out, letting the tip of my finger trace across his lips gently, knowing just well I am at distracting him. I love watching him squirm, what can I say? I can see the concern so heavy on his features when I talk about where I've been. He always worries. But now I'm distracting him rather successfully, his confused mumble proof enough that my ploy is working. His grin is my cue as his lips find my neck. I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling on his strands teasingly when he tells me that he's not sure he can forgive me. I lean into his kisses, closing my eyes once more as he leaves small kisses down my neck to my shoulder. My skin tingles everywhere he's been, only aching for more as my back arches toward him. "I'm sure I can think of something..." I murmur in his ear before taking his lobe in my teeth. I brush my lips behind his ear where I know he likes it, one finger tracing down the front of his adam's apple softly before continuing its smooth path down his chest. Suddenly my palm flattens and I push him saucily onto his back, shimmying my hips again as I go about removing his shirt. "Oh darling, have you been working out?" I practically purr at him as I trace my hands along the chiseled outlines of his pecs and abs. I love the feel of this man, whether he knows it or not. I grin at him before leaning down to leave feather soft kisses along his collarbone and down his chest. My lips caress along each inch of his torso before taking a hardened nipple in my teeth. I suckle deliberately before doing the same to the other as my hands travel further down. |