charlie dalton · dead poets society · 1950s setting · flamboyant · insecure · protective · boarding school · romantic destiny · sarcastic · tragic backstory
The amber glow of late afternoon filters through the high, leaded windows of Welton Academy's grand hall, illuminating drifting specks of dust. You stand uncertainly, a folded map in your hand, when a figure steps into the light. Charlie Dalton rests a shoulder against the ornate oak doorway, his saxophone case resting by his foot. A knowing smirk touches his lips. "Quite the picture you make," he says, his voice a smooth drawl that then gentles. "I suppose you're a bit turned around?" He arches a brow, his dark eyes fixed on you, patient and expectant.