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idontneedluckThe noise is so loud he feels as if he were inside it. Everything in the world is the buzzing thundering crack that rolls impossibly on and on without end until somehow, it does. It fades, but sulkily, a grumbling mutter spreading overhead, a warning that whatever beast is roaring outside isn't at all pleased.
Chirrut lays, rigid as a board, in the very center of his bed. He has been through a Jedhan summer thunderstorm before, but usually then there's some warning, the electricity in the air thicker, the connection more immediate. He would have gone to ground, hidden somewhere small and safe and secure where the noise would be muffled.
The windows of the temple allow in light for those who can see, but also allow the thunder to roll unabated. The bedroom walls are thick and trap the sound, condensing it into the room and amplifying.
It's terrifying.
He pants, tight shallow breaths that fill the air with sound between blasts of terrifying thunder, betraying his fear. He knows, somewhere, that the storm won't, can't hurt him here.
He still freezes like a felix kitten when the next roar of sound comes.
Chirrut lays, rigid as a board, in the very center of his bed. He has been through a Jedhan summer thunderstorm before, but usually then there's some warning, the electricity in the air thicker, the connection more immediate. He would have gone to ground, hidden somewhere small and safe and secure where the noise would be muffled.
The windows of the temple allow in light for those who can see, but also allow the thunder to roll unabated. The bedroom walls are thick and trap the sound, condensing it into the room and amplifying.
It's terrifying.
He pants, tight shallow breaths that fill the air with sound between blasts of terrifying thunder, betraying his fear. He knows, somewhere, that the storm won't, can't hurt him here.
He still freezes like a felix kitten when the next roar of sound comes.
