Heads up, Seven up!
thanks @linearfault & @primroseprime2019 for tagging me! as i’m understanding the rules it’s 7 paragraphs & seven tags
i haven’t written much new recently (been stressing ha Ha), but i reread this clear & forte piece on the regs so i’ll post some of it :)
It happened on a quiet sort of morning.
It rained the night before, there was fresh dew on the ground in patches of wet earth and grass, and the land smelled of a certain kind of freshness that could only be found in nature. Forte breathed the smell in deep, sitting silently on the small patch of dry roofing that his childhood home had to offer.
It was good to be back, better even than he imagined. Forte was never suited for city life. People were constantly bustling, hustling; there was always an unyielding sense of urgency that was lost on him— an urgency that he couldn’t understand. With so little time on this earth, it was as though people were eager to do as much as possible to leave some kind of legacy behind. Piper was like that: brash, fierce, bold, unwavering. Last he heard from her she was almost at the top of her class at the knight academy. The mark she wanted to leave on this world was bright, and it radiated the same intensity. But quite her opposite, Forte preferred these quiet moments, and he was craving them by the time he finally was able to cash in some vacation time with Cameron to come see how everyone was doing back home.
Bass Landing was a quiet sort of place. People knew each other well, and there was never any need for formalities. The little community had been supporting itself on the backbone of the arts for centuries, and the familial ties that everyone felt there were too rich, and rooted in history to be broken. Forte grew up amongst his neighbor’s gardens, tall leafy plants teaching him his first lessons in utilizing visage; and the river that ran behind the furthest outskirts of the settlement was a tumultuous teacher of the treachery life could bring. Almost every year, the River Cadenza brought forth her waves and flooded the landscape. And every year as Forte watched, he began to learn how to predict her almost unpredictable nature. It was when he told his findings to his father that he received his first bow; for he had proven the intuition of a Ranger— and it was a test he was never informed he would be taking, but one he was glad he did all the same. It was easy to reminisce when he was on the roof like this. 
“Up so early already?”
Clear’s voice wasn’t an unwelcome one. He’d shown the medic the way up here when they arrived together two evenings ago, and each morning he would sleepily crawl up the rickety ladder to join him in watching the sunrise. It hadn’t been a whim that Forte asked him home either. After they finally talked 4 months ago, and Clear divulged the true meaning behind his avoidance, they’d been becoming closer than ever.
It was also not unwelcome.
i’ll tag @kudzupocalypse @magic-is-something-we-create @writing-is-a-martial-art @midnights-melodiverse @henrike-does-writing-sometimes @athenixrose & @jojoscoffeeandwriting with no pressure :’)
(and if anyone else also wants to do it just say i tagged you lol)



















