Todd Anderson
18 December 2013 @ 08:16 pm
in the city:

[ Words have appeared overnight, written in large, bold chalk letters, on the side of a building just off the square. ]

a voice is not a sound
not noises that you make
but words you breathe to life
and meaning that resonates

[ When it went up, or who put it there... who knows? ]

action:

[ Today, Todd is at the library - just a usual day working. He managed not to get too many unwanted kisses yesterday - though he and Neil did take advantage of the curse. Even for the boy who's still so shy even after having opened up considerably, there's an exhilaration to being so free with affections he still can't shake the feeling of being forbidden, to hiding in plain sight under the cover of the curse.

He goes about his business, helping those who need it as they try to hunt down books despite the library's tricks, filing things away as well he can, maybe even sharing a few words about one book or another. He's also listening - nervously, more anxious than eager - to hear if anyone happens to mention noticing the verse near the square. ]