Malia Hale Tate, they thought I was dead. They were wrong. I somehow gained the undying love for food in my human form.
est ;; jan 11 2014 Mun Mascot: Ansel Elgort

stormsdontshakeme:

        Cyr shook his head, biting into the fish. He hated eating fish. It was one of the most contrasting things about living back in Four. He was a fisherman. He lived in the District that’s main industry was fishing. Yet, he couldn’t stand eating the things. Cyr didn’t mind the smell, he didn’t mind swimming with them- in fact he loved doing so- but the taste would always be sour.

        “It’s cooked. Come and get it!” Cyr called back to Malia, the girl he had been abandoned on the island with. A girl who’s location he could not even understand, though it seemed as she didn’t get his origin story too well either. He stood up, pushing his hand through his drying hair, then beckoned her over with a quick wave.

Malia opened her eyes when she heard the male shouting, was he talking to her? Of course he was, there was no one else to talk to. She raised an eyebrow and stood up. But she wasn’t so eager to go eat his food like some homeless animal.

“Why would you give me food? Is it under cooked? Are you going to poison me so you don’t have to worry about running out of resources? Or maybe you’ll just eat me to prolong that. Don’t worry, on the day we run out, you can have the last piece of food.”