[EP8] The Muse Possession
Sometimes the most intimate thing isn’t the body—it’s the place you go in your mind to remember someone.
[Scene opens with silence. Casper hasn’t been seen in days. His absence has stretched from occasional to alarming. The council feels the hole before they admit it.]
Trevor: [knocking with calibrated force] Casper. You have 14 minutes to appear before I escalate this to whatever constitutes emotional court martial in this Mansion.
[No answer.]
Trevor: [knocks again. Nothing.]
Lenny: [leaves a note beneath the door, folded perfectly] "We miss you. Come home."
[Still silence. Even the hallway seems quieter. Cut to Dion climbing the outer terrace in velvet slippers. He slips through the open window into...Casper’s Room.]
[The room smells like longing. Candles flicker low. Handwritten pages litter the floor and desk, forming a makeshift shrine to someone unnamed. Casper is tangled in sheets, pen moving slowly, endlessly.]
Dion: [softly, stunned] Holy shit.
[Casper keeps writing. Doesn’t look up.]
Dion: [steps forward carefully, barefoot, and sits on the edge of the bed] You didn’t even speak to her, did you?
[Casper’s breath catches. He doesn’t speak.]
Dion: But something about her stayed with you.
[Casper nods, barely. Dion looks at the papers. Sees one line over and over again—Casper's Page: "Her presence made me remember a body I had forgotten was mine."]
Dion: [whispers] Damn.
[He reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair from Casper’s face. It's tender—too tender.]
Dion: You don’t have to stay in this feeling forever, you know.
Casper: [voice hoarse] I don’t want it to end.
Dion: [nods slowly] I get it. I really do.
[A long pause.]
Dion: But obsession is just arousal on repeat with no exhale. And you, Cas... you haven’t exhaled in days.
[Casper finally looks at him. His eyes are rimmed red. Dion holds the gaze. Doesn’t flinch.]
Dion: Come back to us. You can still feel her. But don’t forget the rest of the Mansion is here. And we’re starting to ache without you.
[Casper closes his eyes. For a long time. When he opens them, he reaches out. Takes Dion’s hand. No jokes. No metaphors. No performance. Just skin. And breath. And return.]
End Session.