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Hopefully I have a wee series of posts for you today, for this shortest day of the year (in the lads' world *g*), little bright Pros lights to keep the dark at bay.
And for everyone in the southern hemisphere - happy longest day of the year, and please have some sparks of Pros to celebrate! *g*
My first post is sharing a story that was sent to me for Pros FandomCards 2016, written especially for the solstice by the lovely Mizelle, who is not on livejournal, but will hopefully see any comments you care to leave her below - I'll pass them all on to her as well, in case she doesn't. *g* It was so kind of her to write a special fic, and I couldn't resist typing up the magic for everyone else to read!
Ordinary Magic
A Tale of the Winter Solstice
by Mizelle
A chill winter wind was blowing, tumbling a crumpled piece of paper and a couple of dried leaves across the sidewalk and into the gutter in front of CI5 headquarters. Bodie shivered in spite of his heavy winter coat, and hurried through the rapidly darkening night toward his Capri. The bare limbs of nearby trees scraped against one another, their noise a coarse counterpart to the cadence of his footsteps.
( Hey, Bodie! )
And for everyone in the southern hemisphere - happy longest day of the year, and please have some sparks of Pros to celebrate! *g*
My first post is sharing a story that was sent to me for Pros FandomCards 2016, written especially for the solstice by the lovely Mizelle, who is not on livejournal, but will hopefully see any comments you care to leave her below - I'll pass them all on to her as well, in case she doesn't. *g* It was so kind of her to write a special fic, and I couldn't resist typing up the magic for everyone else to read!
A Tale of the Winter Solstice
by Mizelle
A chill winter wind was blowing, tumbling a crumpled piece of paper and a couple of dried leaves across the sidewalk and into the gutter in front of CI5 headquarters. Bodie shivered in spite of his heavy winter coat, and hurried through the rapidly darkening night toward his Capri. The bare limbs of nearby trees scraped against one another, their noise a coarse counterpart to the cadence of his footsteps.
( Hey, Bodie! )