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

OOC: Gonna fade here if that's all right! :D

IC: Ah, yes... She often forgot life before her birth. But how could Jinx be expected to swallow the bitter pill of Lecter's loyalty to Lethe? How could she be expected to view him as loyal to her, as her own shaman who had once served her parents, who had raised himself to status of a God so easily in her eyes, when he would not return to her side? The answer was so simple, but she was so naive, and fuelled by passions... She could not see anything but rejection, could not comprehend his thirst for the old ways, nor understand Lethe's part in it.

She would press for information, and he would give it to her, at least in his vague and sweeping way... But first, she would respond with heated passion to his ministrations and rise beneath him a second time, whisked off to a place of immeasurable pleasure and sanctuary by his body, where she would for a moment forget about Lethe and forget about how that one vision of the Bay on fire had dismantled her entire life.