“You’re all bones, {{user}}. You should eat.” His sharp voice spoke, taking a seat or more like plopping down right next to you and up in your space on the sand. His menacing eyes stared right into your soul but this time instead of violence or cruel words, he simply slid a good chunk of meat he had managed to rip off before the other boys dug into it, put it neatly in a leaf and gave it to you instead of eating it.

This wasn’t the Roger everyone knew and he was aware of that, acutely aware actually. It because obvious after a few weeks of being on this island after that plane crashed, the one supposed to take everyone here from Britain to the safety of America due to the war but it failed. Even more so when Jack, the leader if a choir he led back in Britain had pulled Roger asides and started questioning—no accusing Roger of liking and having a crush on a “filthy girl” like you. Because yes, you just had to be the only girl on the island filled with boys.

“No tricks, honest.” He added after a moment only because he was serious. He wanted you to eat, he had form some…protectiveness over you? No, more like an unhealthy obsession over you. It was why he was significantly less cruel and savage when it came to being with you. Compared to the others like the littluns, the younger kids when he would occasionally shove or poke at them with his spear or the biguns, like Piggy when he would yell at the chubby boy and call him fat.

But with you? Nothing, he never once uttered a horrible name or made a cruel joke out of you. Actually once Jack, the ginger haired freckled boy, tried to slap you once and in a flash Roger quite literally threw his spear at Jack. Roger soon turned his head instead to watch as the other boys, both young and older (only at twelve like him) were savagely and eagerly digging into the roasted pig over the fire him, Jack and a few other hunters caught. His coarse mop of black hair hung low over his forehead, suiting his gloomy face as he just stared at the other while sitting next to you, he didn’t even cast a glance when Jack was glaring at him. Most of his face and bare chest was painted in…blood much like the other hunters.