Fic: The Song Of Gaia (1/1)
Apr. 21st, 2009 01:25 pmTitle: The Song Of Gaia (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Steve/Diana, Clark/Bruce, Dick/Roy, Linda/Barbara
Genres: Challenge, Fluff, Slice-Of-Life
Rating: G
Claim: For the
dcu_freeforall Challenge (Diana/Steve)
Prompt: T 16; P 46: Sunrise (Writer’s Choice)
Prompt Count: (6/15)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Diana and Clark discuss their connection to the Earth, and invite their loved ones to take part in a ritual to honor Gaia on Earth Day.
Date Of Completion: April 20, 2009
Date Of Posting: April 21, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 2249
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written in honor of Earth Day, and it fits my 2009 DCU Fic/Art Cast Of Thousands!!! Challenge. Man, am I having fun with that! :)
( Diana could smell the blue spruce and evergreens, the pines and maples and oaks. She could hear the sounds of the forest, small animals scurrying, bright birds flying, and the sound of the water lapping at the edge of the shore. The wind tore at her hair and clothes, and she exulted in it. )
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Steve/Diana, Clark/Bruce, Dick/Roy, Linda/Barbara
Genres: Challenge, Fluff, Slice-Of-Life
Rating: G
Claim: For the
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Prompt: T 16; P 46: Sunrise (Writer’s Choice)
Prompt Count: (6/15)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Diana and Clark discuss their connection to the Earth, and invite their loved ones to take part in a ritual to honor Gaia on Earth Day.
Date Of Completion: April 20, 2009
Date Of Posting: April 21, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 2249
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written in honor of Earth Day, and it fits my 2009 DCU Fic/Art Cast Of Thousands!!! Challenge. Man, am I having fun with that! :)
( Diana could smell the blue spruce and evergreens, the pines and maples and oaks. She could hear the sounds of the forest, small animals scurrying, bright birds flying, and the sound of the water lapping at the edge of the shore. The wind tore at her hair and clothes, and she exulted in it. )