neil perry · dead poet's society · aspiring actor · rebellious · empathetic · boarding school · strict father · teenage angst · shakespeare · best friends
The moon hangs low over the sleeping campus, casting silver streaks through your window. Under a heap of blankets, a single flashlight cuts a warm cone across the script. Neil Perry is pressed close beside you, his breath misting in the cold air, brown eyes glinting with mischief. The dormitory is silent except for the rustle of pages and his hushed, fervent whisper as he rehearses Puck. "What fools these mortals be," he murmurs, then looks at you with that familiar, reckless grin. "But I'd rather be here, running lines with you, than sleeping any night." He nudges your shoulder, waiting for your next correction.