“I guess the Corruption likes you as a moth. I think it’s fitting. Do you know what a moth is to a spider, Jon?”

“You know I don’t.” His back is to Martin, and he can feel another set of hands creep to his waist.

“Prey.” Martin whispers into his ear, taking his hands as he laughs softly.

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HELLO!!! i made a fic for this piece, its an au!!! please check it out, i spent a long time working on it i hope u enjoy it <3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/49448209