Prompt 6/28/20: audio prompt
La Isla Mágica: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xVExQhXuyY
From Reylomicrofic Hub (@reylomicrofics)
Hux pushes back the tarp over the doorway with one hand, ducking his head to descend the revealed staircase.
Below, as he draws closer and closer toward the bottom, he begins to hear the cacophony of noise in which Rose somehow manages to focus.
Clicking, re-purposed gears whirl on cobbled-together shelves, set into perpetual motion by wire-hung counterweights.
Mechanisms, of all kinds, tick away, telling the time on whichever planet they're calibrated to or denoting the surrounding humidity or revealing the alignment of the nearby planets, all in staccato notes and twangs of timing belts.
He has to duck under tiny, scrap metal renditions of starships, hung too low for him to pass under without pause, but just high enough for his rather petite partner, so he doesn't complain.
Way in the back of the workshop there comes the sharp buzzing snap of a handheld welding torch and the tinkling of mechanics tools and Rose's toe tapping to keep time with some unknown, primal, heart-pumping beat in her head.
As he draws near, he sees the white curl of the incense she's burning, adding a heady, almost illicit atmosphere to the underground space; like he's stumbled upon some seedy backroom den of iniquity.
"I've brought you something," he quips, far enough away so she doesn't startle.
Rose twirls around on her swivel stool, one eye blown extra large from the magnifying lens hanging over it.
She grins, first at him, then at the parcel tucked under his arm, and Hux has to fight a smile at the sight.