Ravensblood Forest light of my life, fire of my loins [m]

He gripped her tightly as her energy waned, and it was his strength that kept her from falling, coupled with the strange sensation their tie caused whenever she shifted. She didn't know how much time passed, but when Lecter pulled away she groaned at the feeling, though he soon replaced the emptiness with gentle ministrations to her coat. She allowed him this luxury for a few moments, twisting to return the grooming of teeth against his blood-caked shoulder, before she let herself fall to the snow with a lazy grunt.

The fire that had burned so brightly before now smouldered, an ember, as she surveyed him. Of this encounter, she would speak to nobody... It was not shame that would keep her silent, but selfishness. She would not share what had occurred here with anyone, for some misbegotten fear that it may lessen their unusual bond. A growl crooned in her throat, directed at him, somewhat akin to a purr... A sound of beckoning, perhaps.

"Stayyy," she implored, hoping he would now leave Lethe and come here, to her side, where he belonged. What had happened between them wasn't Jinx's attempt to make it so, but nevertheless, it tied them together in an intricate way that surely Lethe could not replicate.