I really wanted to write something. It was supposed to be a 400-word drabble. I failed of course. Consider it a preview of my next fic, that’s coming up (probably in Autumn lol), once I’m done with Vampire PM. (Complete comprehension is not required)
The air is very dry and conditioned in the hangar. Compared to the humid cloak I had to go through outside, the hangar almost feels like home. The wide space is well-lit and most of it is occupied by the Phantom. The mechanic is working under the ship behind his desk. He stands up, walks over to the left-side spire of the ship, opens a small panel in the ship’s carcass, presses some buttons and goes back to his desk again, watching the data on his monitors thoughtfully, hand cupping his chin. He looks busy. I think this is the only time of the day when he can get some of his work done – when everyone else is asleep. I don’t want to disturb him, but the itch in my spine is unbearable. And it’s two more days until we reach Lunelai.