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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"You understand?" Soo-young said, both of her hands holding Ina's.
She nodded. "Will she be okay?"
Soo-young nodded, observing Ina with detail. Without noticing, her eyes drifted to her lips, and Ina smirked.
"You're going for the wrong sister," she whispered.
Soo-young looked back up to her eyes, confused and shocked. Once she understood what she meant, she yelped and let go of her hands. "I wasn't– I'm straight," she laughed, her raven hair coming to her face.
She didn't miss the quick scan Ina took. It made her feel things in places she's only felt in rare occasions, mostly with Donavan. She was speechless.
"I'm sorry," Ina whispered and broke that gaze, so strong and penetrating it went beneath Soo-Young's clothes, beneath her skin, and to her bones and blood. It was the kind of gaze that pulled you in and prepared you for a moment of carnal desire. But she broke it with a shrug, cracking the connection and giving Soo-young whiplash.
"I've been feeling lonely," she admitted, nodding and walking to the kitchen in her jeans and off the shoulder blouse. "I'll go... why are you looking at me like that?"
Soo-young swallowed hard. Her hands were tight into fists. "No reason," and she pushed her glasses up her nose.
"Okay," Ina laughed. "Listen it's okay. I respect your..." she took a deep breath and looked down to her cup of tea. "Little 'I'm straight' outburst," she laughed.
"What's so funny?" Soo-young was indignant, upset, she was shaky and she felt attacked. She didn't come here to be toyed with by some... some feminist slut.
"You are very... shaken up, for someone who's straight," she smiled, a wide, genuine smile. She found it funny. She found her funny. "I'm sorry for laughing. Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"But just so we're clear," she took a sip of her drink and set it down, walking toward Soo-young and smiling nonetheless, "I am selfless, but I am quite terrified of female anatomy so don't expect anything from me."
"Are you– are you insinuating–"
"What?" She laughed. "Cmon Soo-young you're not the first girl to throw herself at me."
"You're a whore," Soo-young shrugged, putting a hand to her waist. "You're a slut. Here I thought you were depressed about your lover."
Ina looked down to the floor instantly and she pursed her lips, her fingers twitching. "Don't ever speak of him," she whispered. "None of you, ever speak of him," and her eyes reddened with angry tears.
"I'm sorry," Soo-young sighed, her heart palpitating miles per hour. "I'm sorry."
Ina smiled again, but her eyes were pouring tears like waterfalls. "It's okay," she laughed, walking back to the kitchen and making herself coffee this time.
