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

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Posted on April 18, 2020 by Erik Tolgan
South


He would have helped Sorcha out in a heartbeat if she'd asked. He had plenty of wealth stowed away in his centuries of existing and he barely touched it unless something was necessary. But he knew her pride and that she wanted to be independent. Even when she was staying with him, she hated to ask for anything and it took her a while to get used to his house keeper mothering her and making sure she was never wanting for any food or anything else. She was a stubborn woman and she wanted to earn her way and he could respect that. He wasn't sure when he saw her dark hair in that diner window if she would readily accept his company but he had to try. He couldn't just walk away after seeing her again. Even a glimpse would never be enough.

There was so much they didn't know about each other but he wanted to know. He wanted to know all about her past and what she'd been up in their time apart. He wanted to know if she'd gotten any closer to finding out how she could defeat the darkness that other coven put in her. He would have listened to her describing her dreams if only to hear her talk. He had always been a good listener. She didn't know a lot about him as well but he'd never been as good at talking about himself. It was hard for him to open up and let someone know those few vulnerabilities he had. He would never blame Sorcha for taking some time away and not reaching out. Patience was always something he'd had plenty of and this was no different. He felt much better now knowing she was okay.

It was easy falling back into conversation with her. She ate her fries and really seemed to enjoy them. He wished he could savor them as she did but it wasn't the same. The impish look on her face was enough to say she wasn't convinced of his reason for coming here but then he knew she wouldn't be. When her brows furrowed together in deep thought, he tilted his head and watched her, one brow lifting when she suddenly asked how blood tasted with different species. He smirked a little and nodded. "Yes, each person's blood is as unique as the individual themselves. It can be sweet or salty or even bitter, depending on what the person eats and drinks. Of course fae have the most potent blood for our kind and werewolves the least savory."

He stopped there, not sure how much she wanted to get into it. She might not want to know he'd tasted witch and warlock blood as well. She apologized, saying it was random but she felt it a shame to only taste one thing. He shook his head. "Though it may be just blood, it comes in all different tastes and textures just like any food. Every time you drink, it can be a totally different experience, even if from the same source." It was hard to explain to someone who would never experience it for themselves, but he felt she would listen well enough for him to try. She watched him curiously as he ate the fry and he smiled to himself. Meanwhile he watched her put away most of the food in front of her. She had a healthy appetite and if anything, it only attracted him more. He hated to watch a woman pick at her food like she was afraid to eat.

She said it was too late for the fries and he chuckled a little, glancing down at them. "It would seem so." He agreed. When she leaned back and apologized, he tilted his head again, his gaze curious. Why would she apologize? Then she elaborated, saying she was sorry that she left and didn't reach out to him. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I understood when you left that you needed your time, Sorcha. I would never pressure you to lessen that time or feel obligated to reach out before you were ready. I didn't expect to see you today. I just...couldn't help myself." His eyes twinkled once more. He glanced over her once more, taking in her beautiful glossy hair, her crystalline eyes, flawless skin. "You look well." He finally said.


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