First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
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Mélanie knew, in a sense, that a Kept could tell where, loosely, their Keeper was. That is: they could usually get a sense of “how far away” and “in what direction?”
She herself had used that ability to steal a few minutes of rest when her previous owners had left her alone, but it had never been a very strong connection. Once, in a peaceful moment when they hadn’t been ordered to silence, another Kept – an older one, and one that had worn thin with years of bad Owners – had told her that the stronger the connection between the Keeper and the Kept, the less the Kept fought the bond and the orders, the more that they would be able to tell where their Keeper was.
Jasper had only Owned her for a day and a half. He had been kind to her, yes, friendly and considerate, but that couldn’t had formed that strong of a Bond yet. She closed her eyes and hoped it would be enough.
The trick was to not be thinking of anything except your Keeper. That required not thinking about what had happened to him, or that she was out on her own for the first time in a very long time, or-
She shook herself. Jasper. The crooked smile he got when he talked about his previous Kept. The way he was careful to introduce her to the house. The way that it felt when he gave her an order. The way it felt when he was happy with her, or when he touched her. The way it felt when he’d left for the day. Continue reading