First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
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She and the house were talking – one-sided but it was still something of a conversation – up in Mélanie’s bedroom when she realized that the sun was starting to set.
I’ll be back by dark with all luck, Jasper had told her. She looked out the (now very clean) window and wondered how long it would be until true dark.
A plate bumped gently at her arm and she jumped. “Oh!” The plate was full of what looked like a very tasty meal. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that, you know!”
The plate started dancing out her bedroom door and down the stairs. She followed the plate – there were so many halls she hadn’t gone down yet, but I’m going to ask you to only go places inside the house that I have shown you, he’d said, and he might have phrased it as a request, but she was not unwise enough to think that it wasn’t an order.
She’d cleaned the dining room, his bedroom, and her bedroom. The kitchen was already sparkling clean; she had a feeling that was where the house spent most of its – her – energy? Time? It was hard to figure out what, exactly was going on when the house very clearly didn’t want to tell her. Continue reading