dancing after dark

Eularia had no idea how to use a hammer. Well, she obviously knew the gist of using a hammer, but that didn't mean that she was going to use it with ease. No, she'd already hammered her fingers a handful of times, cursing under her breath, and quite thankful that the girls were at home with Magnus. She'd wanted to be without them for a bit... she'd said she was going on a walk. She suspected she'd been on her 'walk' for far too long. Because she heard footsteps on the ruined floor, and turned to look at the same time she swung the hammer. The nail bent sideways, trapping her thumb, which took the brunt of the hammers force.

Maker, dammit! She huffed and cursed herself, staring at her hand in defeat. She'd not gotten far, and it didn't look very good. But it'd felt good, to just be able to hit something without really worrying about destroying it. She sniffed, and by the time she's pulled her hand away from the piece of wood, and turned to see who had entered the ruined establishment, her eyes are filling with tears.

Seeing him—Magnus—seemed to be the thing that made her start crying; bawling as she brought her knees to her chest and buried her face in them. Don't-look-at-me. She ordered, like he's never seen her cry before (he's definitely seen her cry over stupid shit, lmao). Where's the girls? Was the next question to leave her mouth, even as she pressed the palms of her hands against her mouth, trying to muffle her sobs.

She wasn't crying over the damn nail. She's refused to cry about Frankie; deluded that the heart-in-a-box could understand her, that it beat differently when she sang to it, or spoke to it, or when she picked the glass case up and danced gently around the room with it. She refused to cry; like she refused to believe he was gone, despite having cremated his body herself...