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

let the wind eavesdrop, i don't care


Posted on July 29, 2019 by isolt griffin
South

isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been


It is a wholesome and rare thing, this small collection of moments that they share with one another; as unfettered and pure as ever they could have yearned for them to be. Isolt clings to them, not in the wantonly-desperate manner with which one might clutch ever-tightening fingers about a dwindling fistful of escaping sand, but in the way that one embraces a lover after a long, harrowing absence. The vampire queen is patient, unperturbed in her enjoyment of these fleeting moments, perfectly content to have the chauffeur pilot them to the very ends of this terrestrial earth so long as she might remain here with the two greatest loves of her life. Here, with Damon's hands resting with an uncharacteristic gentleness against the swell of her belly as their unborn child taps out a soft tempo in response to the pressure of his loving caress.

But this moment, as with all that had come before and all that would transpire in turn, drew to an end with the slow halting of the automobile and the burst of salted sea air that curled so brazenly against Isolt's nostrils with the opening of the car door. Intrigue sparkles against the azure of her eyes as the redheaded woman clasps her lover's hand, allowing herself to be lead onto the worn and weathered boards of the dock that groan in subtle protest beneath their shared paces. A sly grin plucks coyly at the rounded pillows of her lips as Isolt casts a sidelong glance to her husband, nodding in the direction of the title scrawled across the stern of the vessel. "'Red Goddess', hmm? I wonder where that came from..." she jests, nudging him playfully as he guides her gently wobbling form unto the sailboat.

Heeding a silent cue does Isolt begin to leisurely meander about the immaculately-appointed deck, the night's cool evening zephyr playing its agile fingers through the strands of crimson silk that had fallen to frame the supple curves of her jawline. It is only the snapping billow of the sails as they pull the heft of the vessel out to sea that draws her from the hypnosis of the evening's wares, her eyes finding the dark silhouette of her husband's figure perched so stoically behind the crescent of the ship's wheel. She approaches him, the swaying of her hips having perhaps an even greater measure of allure given the newfound ampleness of her figure, easily pressing herself against him as she places her body between his and the heavily-polished wood of the wheel. Delicate fingers curl about his forearms, her back pressed against his chest as Isolt lifts her eyes to gaze back into his. "Where to, Captain?"

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