South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

What You'll Find Here

Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct

that set before the night is blurred


Posted on April 28, 2019 by anastasia romanova
South


It was a peculiar and rare scenario when both Hunters found themselves together in such intimate quarters, time and circumstance having so often drawn them down differing avenues and away from one another. Peculiar though it may have been, it was hardly unwelcome for Anastasia to wake to Alexander's presence so near to her; the youthful Hunter finding pleasure in the sense of calm that this seemed to usher. Calm that was so often lacking in her daily ventures, especially since her arrival in Sacrosanct.

The Russian woman accepts the cup of dark, swirling liquid with a welcome and gracious nod, though the expression sours somewhat upon her pouty lips at the mention of creamer. "Please Alexander, only the Americans ruin their coffee with that vile sludge," she chastises, lifting the pure, unadulterated and markedly bitter libation to her lips for a leisurely draw. The moist slurping that smacks form her father's lips as he takes pleasure in indulging himself in the very last remnants of his pastry are met with the barest hint of a grin from the auburn-haired woman, if only because the action itself is so very reminiscent of how her brother used to enjoy his treats when they were young children. Much to the agony of their mother, of course.

Anastasia allows him the indulgence without interruption, bothering only to comment upon his likeness in the hotel's lobby when he had finished. "Oi vey," she proclaims, making a rather dramatic flourish of her entirely jovial exasperation, "we shall surely need more pastries then! Your ego must be ravenous!" A kindly chortle kisses her crimson lips as she moves to gather the aftermath of their breakfast before turning towards her Maker, a perfectly-manicured brow arched expectantly.

Anastasia Romanova

Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia

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