Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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She went straight to kneeling beside her sister, holding her to her chest as she broke into a fit of coughs and gasps. "Ivaan!" She yelled, caressing Amé's face, Amé's blue face and pale cheeks. Glancing up, Ina spots Amé's small smirk which is quickly replaced with her coughing.
"He–" Amé gasped, "he killed–"
"I know," Ina nodded.
Amé shook her head. "You don't. He killed Jake."
"I know," Ina said again. Amé's coughs stopped and there was only blankness on her face. "I was there," she continued, trying to break the ice. "I was there when..."
"How do you feel?" Amé asked, not only terrified, but curious. She's never witnessed murder.
"I'm in that place where..." and Ina shook her head. Amé knew what place she was talking about. A place where Ina goes to, when she can't process the misery in her heart. So she disposes it in a part of her mind where she's never returned and dug anything up, almost forgetting the magnitude of her pain, until it comes back to haunt her in her unconscious state.
"It's okay," Amé assured, "it's okay," and she hugged Ina tight and securely, letting a tear fall at the side of her face.
Amé looked over Ina's head and saw him. It was clear as day why would Ina choose him, why would she push aside the normalities of her behavior and... come here, with him.
He was fucking beautiful.
He was older. But you could only tell because of the light 5 o'clock shadow in his jaw, which only made it look sharper. He was tall, six feet perhaps and was lean and muscular, and without a shirt it was impossible to disregard he had eight instead of four, and a V line that made his pants hang ridiculously low.
And he had full lips, blue eyes, and fitness-enthusiast all over his profile. It was a walking mirror of Ina's greatest desires.
"You," Amé breathed out, staring at him. "Are you okay?" And she leaned back to look at her sister. "Has he hurt you, in any way shape or form?"
Ina shook her head but before she spoke Amé was on her feet again. Quietly, she let a small knife slip into her hand from her coat sleeve. "You must not appreciate your dick if you even laid a finger on her."
Ivaan's blue eyes widen, not in shock, but impressed. So this was the other sister. The taller, shyer, but more feisty sister. He instantly noticed the moon phase tattoo on her left arm, and smiled.
"What's so fucking funny?"
"Oh no I'm not laughing," Ivaan shook his head. "Please, don't take offense. I'm so sorry about," and he sighed, "the way you were welcomed in my home. We don't often get visitors, see? I'm so sorry, Miss. Fengári, truly."
"I'm taking her with me," Amé said, but while she spoke, Ivaan walked past her and toward Ina. He helped her back on her feet and took her hand, trying to stabilize it from the constant shaking.
