Hello everyone! So I've had this story in my head for a while and Lord knows I am absolute trash for Sam Drake (really, who isn't?) so I finally decided to get my lazy ass in gear and crank out this adventure. Just a few things before we do this, I am looking for a beta and would greatly appreciate the help ASAP because I'm an insecure/perfectionist little noodle. The story will start from the Rossi Estate and continue to finding Libertalia as well as after!
For this story I will have three Original Characters that will include the pairing of Rafe Adler x OC but will mainly focus on Sam Drake x OC. I have three original characters, the first is Anastasia (Anya) Ruminovas! For visual reference, her face model will be that of Emilia Clarke. The second character is Senghor Ruminovas, Anya's adopted older brother whose face model will be Idris Elba. Finally, the third character is Aurora Chevalier, close family friend of Anya and Senghor whose face model is Imhogen Poots. Anya and Senghor's parents aren't solid characters in this story, but their face models are Charles Dance and Helen Mirren for future reference.
Without further adieu, please enjoy the story!
Smoke curled and stretched from the Cuban cigar of whence it came and filled the room with it's spicy scent. Gray eyes scanned the burgundy walls and drank in the Russian decor. A Senufo and Ligbi mask decorated the wall on either side of a grand painting above a wide fire place while two glass statuettes of odd proportions reflected the flames on either side. The light brown and gold carpet was simple yet plush, comfortable to any wandering feet.
Victor Sullivan leisurely sat on the fine leather couch with his brow furrowed in worry. It wasn't every day that a ghost came knocking at his door, or in this case Nathan's door.
Samuel Drake was alive.
Samuel Drake had survived being shot in a god damn Panama prison, rotted for fifteen years in a cell, and eventually escaped with a debt to Hector Alcázar. None of this seemed real and yet it was as plain as day. Sully had never quite gotten on with Sam, but that didn't mean he disliked the man. That didn't mean, however, that he wouldn't listen to his gut.
Nathan, of course, was ecstatic to know that his only brother was alive and well; and really, who could blame him? Nate held a deep love for his family and friends that was obvious to those who knew him. Sully understood, of course he did, why wouldn't he?
What he didn't understand was why Sam felt the need to drag Nathan into this whole mess. Hence, his current situation.
Standing from the couch, Sully made his way to a painting that hung between the two African masks over the fire place. An older couple was depicted in the center of the painting with two others on either side of them. George Ruminovas stood tall and proud in his signature navy suit, a serious expression on his face and his blonde hair carefully swept back. While his face portrayed no funny business, his eyes held that mischievous twinkle Sully had always known him to have.
His hand rested on a woman's cream covered shoulder. Josephine Ruminovas sat poised in a faded gold chair sporting a cream ensemble with gold accents. Her light gray hair framed her elegant face, her ankles crossed and her mouth tilted in a small smile. Sully chuckled as his eyes turned to the other inhabitants of the painting.
Josephine and George Ruminovas had explored nearly all corners of the world in their long life together. From unearthing ancient Aztec mummies to finding the lost city of Atlantis, the couple had cultivated quite the name for themselves. Wanting for nothing in terms of wealth, the couple had spent years trying to conceive children, but time and luck were eternally their enemies. After multiple failures and miscarriages, the Ruminovas had decided to adopt from different areas of the world.
Senghor was the first child and heir. Josephine had always adored Africa and frequently made trips to visit the Wolof Tribe, whom she had many dear friends and supplied them with fresh food, water, medicine, and blankets. On one particular trip, Josephine had discovered a woman had given birth to a son and died from the difficult child birth. The child had no other relatives and was to be sent to a neighboring tribe for better care, but Josephine had fallen in love with the boy.
The chief of the tribe gifted the child with the name Senghor, descendant of the gods, and bade Josephine with thanks and luck after an emotional goodbye. He stood taller to the right of George as well as taller than his father's 6′0. His black suit fit him perfectly, his well groomed face bearing a handsome smile amongst deep chocolate skin. To the left of George stood his second child and only daughter.
Anastasia was born in Saint Petersburg, Russia to a poverty stricken family who had given her to a local orphanage. For the first four years of her life, Anya knew only scolding lessons and bitter snow outside her window. George had been the first shining light in her life. After observing her by herself as the other children played together, George inquired with the orphanage who she was. Not that he or Josephine frequented orphanages or establishments of the like, they simply liked to give back to those who needed care and security far more than they did.
George had fallen in love with Anya's green eyes and infectious smile after he'd managed to impress her with an amateur magic trick. The rest, as they say, was history. She stood at a mere 5′6 in a deep blue dress that touched the ground and flowed from her arms. Her dark brown hair neatly styled in a low bun with wisps hanging from her face; her eyes smiling. The age difference between the two children was humorous, sixteen years to be exact with Anya at the age of twenty five and Senghor in his prime of forty one.
"Sully! It really is you!" A warm feminine voice sounded behind him. Sully turned to see Anya Ruminovas bounding towards him in larger strides than her legs should be able to take her. Sully laughed as he engulfed her in a bear hug that had her feet leaving the floor.
"It's good to see you, Kid. How yah been?" Sully kept his hands on her shoulders as a fatherly gesture.
"A lot better now that you're here! Mr. Grumpy Pants has had his knickers in a twist for God knows how long ever since Aurora joined an expedition with Rafe." Her tone took on exasperation as her hands found a place at her hips.
"Wait, Rafe? Rafe as in Rafe Adler?" Sully questioned disbelievingly.
"The very one, greasy slicked back hair and all." A deep voice broke their reunion with a teasing lilt.
"Senghor Ruminovas, look at yah! You get any taller and we'll need to build you a new ceiling!" Sully joked and embraced the taller man fondly.
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that. I quite enjoy the architecture here very much." Senghor teased while patting Sully's shoulder.
"Now, did i hear correctly or did you say that Aurora is working with Rafe Adler?" The older man asked.
"Indeed, but it's no surprise. The Adlers and Chevaliers have always been close and Aurora has been glued to Rafe's side since childhood. Can't imagine what she sees in the monotone git, it's a bloody mystery. But Rafe Adler is not what you came here to discuss, Victor." Senghor noted. Sully nodded and gestured to the couch behind him, letting Anya and Senghor pass.
"You got me there. Buckle up and sit tight, kids, because this is one story you're not gonna believe…."
"All right, thanks." Nathan Drake breathed out as easily as he could. Scaling a giant estate in a tux was not an easy feat. He moved to slip in through the window when Sam's voice stopped him.
"Uh..Nathan..?"
"What?"
Sam made a small show of unzipping his outer layer to reveal a crisp tux underneath, a teasing smirk and raise of his brows showing his amusement.
"Oh yeah…" Nate sheepishly unzipped his protective layer and kicked it to the corner along with Sam's. Nate looked up to find Sam fidgeting with his tux.
"You alright?"
"Yeah…how do I look?" Sam questioned with a slightly nervous look on his face.
"Like four hundred million bucks. Let's go!" Nate chuckled lightly with Sam as he hopped through the window in hopes of finding Sully. As if on cue, a cloud of smoke blew out in a rush.
"Sully?"
"You know what I love about partying with a bunch of crooks?"
"What's that?" Nate chuckled.
"Nobody cares if you smoke indoors." Sully's grin was infectious as he turned on the lamp to his right, illuminating he and his constant cigar. He embraced Nate with a fatherly love and turned to face the other man coming from the window.
"You remember my dead brother, right?" Nate asked lightly.
Sam nodded as Sully stared on in disbelief. He knew Sam was back, but seeing was different from hearing.
"I'll be goddamned. Fifteen years…it's good to see you alive, Sam."
Sam nodded with a tight lipped smile as he accepted Sully's handshake. He never quite saw eye to eye with Victor, but that didn't mean he wasn't grateful for his care of Nate all these years.
"Let's..uh..try keeping him alive by finding this cross, huh?" Nate interjected awkwardly.
"Yeah…uh..about that." Sully trailed off, but was interrupted by a voice that could have been mistaken for thunder.
"It is currently up on display, the bidding will begin in fifteen minutes." Senghor made his presence known as he entered from behind a hidden bookshelf. Nate and Sam turned their heads quickly in his direction and took a step back in alarm.
"And just who the hell are you?" Sam exclaimed dis-trustingly. Sully made his way between the men.
"Senghor, meet Sam Drake, newly risen from the dead. You, of course, already know Nate." Sully trailed off looking between the three. Senghor smiled and reached forward to shake Sam's hand. Reluctantly and with a nudge from Nathan, Sam firmly grasped Senghor's hand.
"Samuel, I've heard much about you. You look very…fresh for a newly risen corpse. Nathan, it's good to see you well." Senghor nodded in Nate's direction as he came in for a hug.
"Senghor! I- God, I can't believe you're here! It's been, what? Two years? When Sully said someone would be joining us in Italy I didn't know he meant you!" Nathan couldn't help his excitement. Senghor had been a close friend for a long time and had helped him with numerous exploits, but seeing him after so long was a breath of fresh air.
"I guess our dear Sullivan forgot to mention me?" A voice teased from behind Sam and Nathan.
Anya's POV
She stepped out in her pink cream Dolce and Gabbana gown, the top a sweetheart neckline and the bottom hugging her curves only to flair out at her feet. If she was being honest, she felt like a goddess; a nice dress and some hair primping could certainly make a girl feel that way. With her hair curled and hanging off of one side and a light touch of makeup, she was ready to take on the world.
But damn, she didn't know the world was lightly stubbled and currently standing in a sinful tux at an impressive 6′3.
Samuel Drake was not what she was expecting and she'd be damned if she couldn't pick her jaw up off of the floor and make an idiot of herself.
"It's been a while, eh Nate?" Her voice was playful as she smiled at the younger Drake. Nate smiled back and in two steps was hugging her tightly.
"Anya?! Anya Ruminovas, look at you! You must have grown at least two inches since I last saw you, Hobbit." Nate teased playfully and received a light punch to his arm.
"Very funny, Gandalf. Keep that up and maybe I won't help you with your errand to Mount Doom." She teased back, laughing lightly. Nate squeezed her arm before turning to Sam.
"Sam, this is Anastasia Ruminovas, Senghor's younger sister. Both of them have been the best kind of friends a guy could ask for." The moment Samuel Drake made eye contact with her, she knew she was doomed. God, she was just a sucker for older men in tuxes. Great, now she sounded like Lana Del Rey.
Sam smiled at her and nearly knocked the breath from her lungs as he took her hand and guided it to his lips.
"Samuel Drake, but you can call me Sam, beautiful."
Nope,that'swhen she knew she was doomed.