#erurydice

Sotr spoilers

So this is TRULY my favorite head canon. So much that I had to write it out exactly how it went down. This is a head canon I haven't told ANYONE except @ivegotaheadlineforyou who actually told me she had the same head canon for Ophelia and @hollywoodx4 who is my partner in crime always and forever when it comes to fanfiction. 

“Where did you get that?” 

The words fall from her lips, mouth agape. Eurydice is torn out of her work, the chopped carrot long since forgotten as she fell to her knees on the floor. Her heart pounded in her chest but took her back years now, when a sweet boy held a paper flower out to her and asked her to come home with him. 

“I dunno.” She’s three how, with big innocent eyes and love to give the world. Ophelia held Eurydice’s heart in the palm of her hand without even realizing it.

Orpheus isn’t home is the first thing that comes to Eurydice’s mind. Her husband isn’t home to have done it, to have shown her, or to have given it to her. 

 “I just did it.” 

“You just..”

“I sang daddy’s song and it was in my hand!”

In Ophelia’s pudgy hands was a carnation, grasped solidly and proudly. The flower was a bright, beautiful crimson and seemed to blossom in her hands. Of course Ophelia could do this. Of course she could- she was her father’s daughter and born in the underworld. Of course she could make magic with her voice. 

Eurydice is still on her knees, hand held out half way to Ophelia, to take the flower and inspect it. Instead, she feels tears coming to her eyes when she wraps her fingers gingerly around the flower and took into into her own hand.

“Mama, i’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you sad!” Ophelia shakes her head, a frantic expression on her face as she places a tiny hand on Eurydice’s face. 

“No, no, baby, they’re happy tears, I promise.”

How did she explain the significance of the flora she manifested in her tiny hand? How that song and the flower she held in her tiny hand. “I love it, baby.” Eurydice kisses her forehead softly, pulling her toddler into her lap. She wasn’t a baby, that was clear, but Eurydice wanted nothing more than to hold her in her arms the rest of her life, to cherish her little spring girl. 

“Can you make one?” Ophelia asks, resting her chin on her mother’s chest gently, staring at her with all the adoration in the world.