Third installment to the Serendipity/Amaranthine universe. How far would you go in order to protect someone you love? WARNING: as with the first two parts in the series, there is an overall trigger warning for abuse (physical, mental, emotional). That, combined with the adult themes in this fic (alcohol, language, situations, etc), are the reason for the rating. Primarily Rucas.
Soundtrack (not at all in order and will be edited as the story progresses)
Word count: 3,845
A/N: Mad love to @gmwpluto for making me fight for this plot. You know when to push me. <333
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The Elysian Fields (Ancient Greek: Ἠλύσιον πεδίον, Ēlýsion pedíon) is a conception of the afterlife that developed over time and was maintained by some Greek religious and philosophical sects and cults. Initially separate from the realm of Hades, admission was reserved for mortals related to the gods and other heroes. Later, it expanded to include those chosen by the gods, the righteous, and the heroic, where they would remain after death, to live a blessed and happy life.
The hill. The most magical place on earth for Riley and Lucas. As Riley watched the sun dip down over the trees, she tried to commit everything about the moment to her memory. She felt a connection to this place from the first moment Lucas took her there. The memory of the peacefulness she felt when she sat on the hill carried her through some of her darkest days.
She absentmindedly ran her hand along the blades of grass as she laid on the same spot where they first confessed their love for one another. She couldn’t explain it, but as she reminisced about days that had long since past, she could feel Pappy Joe’s presence surround her. “I’ll take good care of him,” she spoke softly as the wind circled around her. “I promise.” She closed her eyes as she felt the cool breeze against her cheeks.
“Mommy, mommy,” her daughter’s voice sliced through the silence.
Riley turned toward the sound just as the four year old nearly tackled her. As Celeste giggled with delight, Riley grinned. She sat up as her husband approached with Joey in his arms. “It’s way past their bedtime.”
“It’s our last night here,” he smiled as he sat down next to her. He looked at the sleeping boy in his arms. “Besides, I think we already lost one.”
“He looks just like you.” As Riley watched Lucas cradle Joey in his arms, she felt a powerful sense of déjà vu sweep over her. She looked all around them as she tried to place it. Everything around them seemed so familiar, too familiar. Even the conversation they were having. She seemed to know what he was going to say before he said it.
Lucas looked at his daughter. “It’s only fair. Your mini-me is in your lap, and besides…he’s not just like me. He has your—“
“Hair,” she finished as her eyes widened in shock. A nightmare from over a decade ago came charging back at her as she stared at her husband.
He frowned when he noticed Riley shiver in fear. “Are you ok?”
She furrowed her eyebrows as she scanned at the sky above them. It wasn’t the middle of the night. The sun had barely gone down, but everything else felt exactly the same. “Wow.”
Lucas looked around them. Why did she seem so anxious all of a sudden? “What?”