Incarnate | 𝘕. 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘧𝘧

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄. ❝I don't understand why you feel the need to shut yourself off from everyone," Thalia could feel the soft winter breeze brush across her bare arms as she listened to Layla's voice in her ear. She could hear the faint mumbling sound of her low pitched voice, but all Thalia could focus on was the redheaded woman in the back of the room. She knew her by the name Natasha, but most called her Nat. She was intriguing, and Thalia felt drawn to her for some reason, but she couldn't quite put her finger on a particular reason why. She just did.❞