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
*Warning explicit content ahead may trigger some people who have had experience with sexual assault*
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Soo-young was sitting with a CIA agent, telling him everything she knew, when the doorbell rang. Donavan continued with his story, and Salvatore put in his two cents every now and then, filling in some blanks with his foundings.
"That must be Amé Fengári," Soo-young said to the agent, the most important piece to this puzzle. The agent turned toward the door and so did everybody else. To Agent O'Neal, nothing mattered but what Amé had to say.
But when Soo-young opened the door, it wasn't Amé. It was Idina Seele, in high heels, black jeans, and a long, black jacket/cape, with a Channel insignia on the top right corner in silver embroidery. Her long raven hair was pinned up, and her face, as always, had no make up yet it glowed and shone.
Next to her was a man so tall Soo-young was instantly intimidated. He was blonde, had green eyes, and was more Caucasian than Donavan whom they basically considered the white of whites.
"Hello," Ina smiled, even at the strangers. "I know my visit is unexpected but, I am here for Amé."
"Is that her?" The agent asked. He stood up, to take a better look, for everyone was blocking the sight. She looked better in real life.
"Das ist gut Schnecke?" The blonde man, who happened to be Julian, asked.
"Yeah, Julian," Ina smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It is safe. Julian, this is Soo-young and Donavan, friends of family. Those two men however are strangers to me as well."
"I'm Agent O'Neal," the agent introduced himself, with his hand out. Ina looked into his eyes before removing her black leathered glove and shaking his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Idina Seele."
"Ina," she said. "Agent, you said?"
He nodded. "And this is Salvatore, a detective of our government branch. We were looking for you."
"Ah," Ina smiled, and Soo-young noticed it all, how all the men shifted from one foot to the other, except Julian. "How flattered. I didn't know I was so important. But I am safe, I was with friends, in Europe."
"We're glad to know you're safe Ms. Seele," Salvatore said, squishing himself in the giant circle facing the woman of the grand entrance.
"May I ask how'd you manage to always stay out of radar?" The agent asked.
"No you may not, Agent," Ina smiled, and lingered on the word "Agent" as if it were role play, a genuine smile with beautiful teeth and full lips. "Now where is my sister?"
Donavan now did not dismiss the smile in Julian's face when she didn't speak of her disappearance. It was... pride, and that only brought more questions than answers.
"She had class," Soo-young answered.
"Her class ended," She furrowed her thick eyebrows. "I called her before arriving and she said– she said she'd meet me here. But that was twenty minutes ago. Washington University is only ten minutes from here."
