#anyway I am so surprised that I always see ppl writing 'the Force sang' and 'the Force shouted' and 'the Force whispered'

[eyrieofsynapses]

so many fic authors talk about how the Force screams, sings, rings, etc., but I hardly ever hear hide nor hair of how it feels when it does that, so… have a snippet I wrote to explore that. no context, just this:

when the Force screamed it was a shudder, heart-deep, as though horror had picked you up by the scruff of your neck and shook, the way disgust rattled your bones and filled your throat with bile. it was an electrocution, it was being pinned down with frozen limbs while someone pressed a burning brand to your skin, it was the universe itself rocking with unspeakable pain.

and when it sang—oh how it sang, and that was perhaps the best way of putting it, the indescribable high of music that resonated with your soul and stood the hairs on your arms up on end. it was standing in a cathedral when the choir's power met the orchestra, met the air's waves, met your eardrums, met your mind, met your heart. it was the carnal pleasure of climax, the blossom of perfectly brewed tea or a favorite dessert on the tongue, the fuzzy softness of a faultlessly woven blanket, the shock of awe at a shooting star. it was the pluck of a string in the depths of your body that you barely knew was even there, a flawless harpist strumming at your chords.

and when it whispered, it wasn't a whisper so much as it was an image at the edges of your vision, something you had forgotten that now floated a finger's breadth from your grasping hand. it was the strains of a conversation in the room next door that just crept in through the crack in the door. it was the knowledge of skin millimeters from yours, barely not touching, yet so close it was impossible not to know it was there. it was the hair rising on the back of your neck. it was glimpsing the blurred words on a sign that was too far away to be read properly, yet knowing what they said anyway, your mind unconsciously detangling shapes into words and phrases.

and when it shouted, it was not a yell in your ears but in your ribcage, rattling your lungs and organs, the rumbling pound of your heart thudding too loud, a flush of adrenaline that raced through your veins and snared your breath and shook your hands and shivered your skin and shocked you to the bone, left your knees as jelly and your eyes rolling wild as a colt first mounted.

a Force-shout wasn't an order, it was an unearthly demand that you listen—not a promise that if you didn't hear you'd be destroyed, but the utter and complete certainty that you would know what it wanted you to comprehend.

and when it wept…

the Force's sorrow was a grief that was not a flood, not an ocean, but floating in the center of a moon with a core of molten water. it was all-consuming—nothing else was thinkable—it was the drowning nothingness of depression turned up a thousandfold. it did not draw tears from your eyes but instead stole every drop of breath out of your lungs and drug you to the ground in a millisecond.

there was no room for a single spark of a sentient being to cry mere saltwater tears; it was the suffocation of the soul, racking chills that shocked you from star-hot to atom-still-cold in the space of a nanosecond. it was the bending of your ribs into your heart, bones shattering like glass stretching over the course of a hundred years. it came of the universe that knew its heat-death would come some day and did not shake in that knowledge, yet despaired not only sentient lives but the eventual cooling of the very last star.

so…

what was it to feel each of the Force's delighted sentient nerves, each sensitive that acted as a way to taste and touch and know itself, torn out of its body in an eyeblink?

what scars does it leave upon one's soul—whether you be minutes or centuries old, whether you have felt the deepest grief or only know the pain of exposure to the world beyond the womb—when you are one of those nerves, and know in intimate, gross detail how the universe felt when your thousands of fellows were ripped asunder from the fabric of its present? when your mouth is filled with the rotting copper blood of the death of something infinite?

and what does it do to a person, when you are woven so that when the strings of the universe are plucked, it is not only your mind that is aware of it, but every centimeter of your skin, ever drop of blood in your body, every neuron, every tiny mitochondria, every bit of bacteria that keeps the ember of your being burning, every atom of yourself shivers in sympathy with each swaying step of the vastness of everything that has ever existed?

[thisbrilliantsky]

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RULES: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

a | age: 25 in t-minus 3 months D:

b | birthplace: tamarac, fl

c | current time: 4:54 am ✌🏼

d | drink you last had: water! 

e | easiest person to talk to: victoria, my tol lil sis

f | favorite songs: uhh so many but um all time fav MIGHT be clair de lune 

g | grossest memory: WHY this question y’all. why. but anyways being forced to eat baby food (u kno like blended up veggies??) at one of the three (3) youth group things i attended in my life

h | horror yes or horror no: hmmm im gonna go w Absolutely not sweaty :)

i | in love? ye w birds and the concept of flying mostly

j | jealous of people: who have more books than me :\ k | knowledge people don’t expect you to know: i feel like most ppl who’ve known me for a while know that i know a bunch about history and literature and such, but maybe if y’all dont know me that well it would surprise u to find i know a relatively large amount about baseball, ballet, horses, aviation, and art history? maybe

l | love at first sight or should i walk by again? what?? when?? who did???

m | middle name: nicole

n | number of siblings: two and a half!

o | one wish: to live in my life again

p | person you called last: probably victoria [checks] ye it was victoria

q | questions you’re always asked: what are you? like, what is your ethnicity? where are you ~from~? how old are you? are you going to be a teacher?  r | reminder to self: [victoria voice] It Does Not Matter How Slow You Go, As Long As You Do Not Stop

s | song you last sang: she used to be mine, i think

t | time you woke up: look. i didnt exactly “go to sleep” tho i did “sleep” for approx. twenty hours, i “woke up” every hour or so like. I Dont EVEN Know My Dude

u | unpopular opinion: richard 👏🏼 plantagenet 👏🏼 did👏🏼 nothing 👏🏼 wrong 👏🏼

v | vacation destination: the louvre, the ocean, the mountains, the city, idk everywhere! i dont even remember the last “vacation” during which i actually travelled my dudes, let me dream

w | worst habit: forgetting to eat 

x | x-rays: idek how many

y | your favorite food: BREAD amirite ladies

z | zodiac sign: scorpio......but i like. Never identify w any of the crap y’all write about them so like. it’s whatever. 

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