(Sacramento Public Library) Just a Book Signing

**Dominyk Prise** · Nov 20th, 2013 10:48 AM

There was something abuzz at the Main branch of the Sacramento Public Library, on the second floor a table had been set out and behind was a rather tall man with piercing blue eyes. He was speaking casually to a shorter blond that seemed to be fidgeting between looking directly at his eyes and a space a few inches above his head.

The signs at the front of library say: “Dominyk Prise, Author
Will be on the second floor from 1pm to 3pm for the signing of his newest book ‘Through Thorns and Flame’.” seeing as the time is nearly four thirty and a number of people have disappeared to reading corners with their signed copies in hand, and of course the occasional few who seem to fawn over the man with the blue eyes.

But he seems to dismiss them without a second glance, his eyes only for the blonde at the moment.

"Fine, Leash, fine. Look can you just run over to the Temple to see if he's still there? and get me a hot chocolate while you're at it..." His timbre had a smooth rolling quality to it. "please." the word comes out almost like a joke, apparently the two of them have been through this all before.

**RebornSeas** · Nov 21st, 2013 10:17 PM

Nevada Slipped into the Library, not bothering with her Mask today - less for conservation, and more that she was already dressed in white so it's not like fellow Lost would be the only ones taking notice. Perhaps that was the reason she left the scarf wrapped around her head despite entering the Library where the sun couldn't reach her as easily.

Though the cooling temperatures of late fall provided another excuse to stay bundled. At least until she shook off the faint nip. It was Sweater Weather, and Winter wasn't far off. She could only hope it wouldn't be a fickle one, she liked snow. It was easier to blend into.

Regardless, she had books to look for. And she wanted to borrow something entertaining, as she didn't really feel like leaving her apartment that weekend. She glanced between the reference section and upstairs to where the fiction lied, then headed to the second floor. After all, she wanted enough time to pick out her Entertainment before she did her research.

Nov 22nd, 2013 12:44 PM

The confident whip-crack of heels echo lightly across walls long before the person responsible even appears. The rhythmic stride didn't even seem to break, a challenge to others to see what happens if they remain in her way.

Aaren appeared around the bend, checking her watch and toting a well-read copy of Dominyk's newest beneath her arm. Airlines haven't caught up with the absolute need for a Kindle, much to Aaren's chagrin, so paperback was still the way to go. A good read after-all, and one that touched so close to home, always made boring flights easier. Black cigarette pants and an arctic white cashmere sweater work to stave off the underlying chill in the Autumnal air.

“Looks like I'm late,” Aaren announces setting her book down on the writer's table. The tone of her voice suggests she's not the least bit apologetic about that fact. Her smile for the handsome man however, gleams, “Are you still signing?”

**Dominyk Prise** · Nov 22nd, 2013 05:35 PM

Leash returns his words with an eye roll before pointing a single manicured finger up at him “Just this once.” She said before she turned and walked in the direction of the door.

“Large please.” He said stretching to the side for a bit around the woman in front of him towards the other woman walking away.

As she left the tall man focused on the brunette in front of him. His eyes immediately changing their expression to one more focused and direct. He gave her a smile, and straightened the vest he was wearing over the red turtleneck.

His hand moves carefully over his hair for a moment as he glances beyond her to a clock. “I suppose, it’s only four thirty anyway, what’s a few extra minutes when they’re spent with someone like you?” he withdrew a fountain pen from a pocket and unscrewed it before turning the book to the back for a moment, and smiling at the worn lines, even if they did go over his face.

He placed the book on the table, opened it to the dedication page, and leaned over the table slightly

For She who was my summer and the light through tiny windows.

“I’m assuming it’s for you, what’s the name?” he asked, his pen poised above the page. The subtle scent of chocolate ~~and Cinnamon~~ cologne suddenly apparent in the air due to his movements.

**RebornSeas** · Nov 22nd, 2013 09:14 PM

Nevada wandered the second floor, picking up random books, opening up to a page in the middle, and reading a bit. No, not that one. She'd pass on the men cleaning closets. And not this semi-political piece. Was that even a Novel or a collection of essays? She worked her way down the shelves, random selection to random selection.

Fairytales. That book was put back with more force than the others. Oh, a young mother seeking abortion. That was back on the shelf with a snap. Oh, Uh. Sexy scene. That was unexpected. Nevada's cheeks flushed, and she read the back. Mundane, Historical. She could do this. A delicate snowy finger adjusted her glasses as she flipped to the first page and started reading at the mid way along the shelf marked O-R.

Nov 22nd, 2013 11:26 PM

“Aaren,” is the easy answer to Dominyk's question adding, “Aaren Eloi.” The pretty, departing blonde woman is given a nod and the same, gleaming smile before Aaren turned her attention back to Dom. Her gaze, like his, was just as pointed and upfront but it was also appreciative. It certainly wasn't the fawning attention of the ignored group of women nearby, who quietly giggled and brightly blushed.

Though, the Spring appreciated their presence.

“I appreciate you taking the time,” Aaren says complimenting, “the picture in the back does not do you justice.” Almost as though an unconscious response to his own touch to his hair, Aaren pushed away an errant strand of her own.

~~While his cologne of chocolate wafted into the air; her own fragrance of verdant, wet, growing moss could be caught near her.~~

**Dominyk Prise** · Nov 24th, 2013 08:57 AM

The smile appeared on his lips, and a soft chuckle escaped. “Thank you Lady Eloi.” the words rolled off his tongue as if they were natural despite their trend toward the anachronistic.

He quickly wrote out a few lines of text in emerald green ink before raising the book and blowing on it softly to dry the ink. He closed the book and handed it back to her. “Determining by the spine you’ve read it, what did you think? I can take the criticism.” He twisted the smile slightly into one of tightly controlled mischief, “I’m sure you have some sort of comments.”

What he wrote

OOC: Through Thorn and Flame

**RebornSeas** · Nov 24th, 2013 11:41 AM

Nevada gave a hum of approval, noting that she was likely to blow through this novel in a short couple of hours and started perusing some of the Author's other works - Wasn't he the one who had done the signing earlier today? She shrugged, and then one particular cover caught her attention. Oh, oh. It had been forever since she had picked up a romance with two ladies on the cover. She hesitated, remembering how they had always ended in when she was younger.

Nostalgia won out, and she tucked that book and one more that had interested her under her arm, and started reading again as she worked her way to back towards the stairs. Which would have been fine, except that someone had moved a table, and her hip caught a corner in passing. She caught herself, but dropped the two books tucked under her arm in the process. not to mention suddenly noticing the two people at the table.

She let out a choked sound of surprise, and quickly tried to apologize, only to find the word caught in throat as she stared at the undoubtedly gorgeous man and the brunette Lady with sophisticated confidence rolling off of her. Nevada squeaked, and one of her hands pulled at her headscarf to hide her flushing cheeks.

Nov 24th, 2013 12:43 PM

“A few,” Aaren admitted to the writer with a slight tilt of her head. Tucking her book underneath her arm, she offers, “It was a fun read. While the tropes are rather familiar, the rapier wit of the prose and delicate plotting of the relationship between Constance and Fredrick set it apart.” If Aaren was honest, it was truly memorable. Especially in a largely forgettable genre filled with women and men breathlessly declaring their love without first savoring their desire.

Clunk! Followed by the sound of two books dropping, one after another, interrupted that line of thought. Aaren's attention went to the young woman hiding beneath her scarf for a moment, then dipped to pick up one of the books off of the floor; shifting her own to her other arm in the process.

“Are you alright?” A simple question asked while offering one of Nevada's books back to her.

**Dominyk Prise** · Nov 24th, 2013 01:07 PM

The books were largely ignored as Dominyk moved to the woman first, his attention shifting away from the sophisticated woman to the white lady. He didn’t touch her but looked concerned, there was what seemed to be a barrier like he wanted to help in some way but couldn’t exactly find a way to.

“It’s no trouble really, Fräulein, so long as you aren’t hurt.” The tone of a subtle german accent seeping into his words.

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