Art by me.
Passage by ~Wooden-Flashlight on DA

Like every other day, Sinbad made sure that Wyrm's shop was the last stop he needed to make that afternoon. He brushed his trembling hands down his chest, before walking inside the small shop with a soft, kind greeting. It was mid-morning now, and the young male held the meals for the rest of the day and the next morning. It was a flawless system.

"Oh. Good morning, Sinbad." Wyrm said kindly, tilting his head up and smiling in the moth's direction- even if his eyes were serenely shut. Sinbad's tiny heart just about crawled out his throat and strangled him; that passive face, kind smile... And directed at him, even.

"Oh- oh, g-good morning, Wyrm," He babbled, carefully set down his package and began to file away the eatables, putting them in their proper place so Wyrm could easily find them without having to strain his bad eyes.

Once done, the younger male paused when he felt a gentle palm between his wings. Blood stopping in his veins, he looked behind him to the kind face of the elder. "How would you like to go on a walk with me? I do like company." He said quietly. Sinbad nodded numbly, then remembered-

"Oh- y-yes, I would... I would love that..." He mumbled, straightening himself once the hand left him. He followed the larger male without question, not even bothering to ask where they were going. Stepping into the still-crisp air of the morning, the smaller moth skipped a few steps to keep up with his idol.

"I often go on these walks," Wyrm said gently, "But I do enjoy sharing it with someone." He added, tilting his head to the left and giving the nervous youngster a smile. He then simply lead him away from the bustling village, bowing his head slightly in greeting to anyone who spoke to him.

Sinbad found himself not even looking at the scenery (Which is obviously why Wyrm had taken him along) but watching every movement from the silk moth. Finally, the crunching under their toes stopped as Wyrm halted in his calm pacing.

"There's a type of songbird here that I simply adore," Wyrm informed the smaller insect before a question could be raised. As if on cue, bird's voices splattered through the thick leaves, coating the two males with the explosive symphony.

Almost overwhelmed, the smaller male took a step back, but a soft hand on his shoulder stopped him. "They are harmless." Wyrm said calmly, as if expecting the reaction. The birds were unseen, but certainly heard, their synchronized songs coming from every direction.

Then suddenly, all noise stopped. Without warning, every single creature in the area fell silent. Thinking this might be normal; Sinbad was stopped in turning his head when he felt Wyrm's hand tighten on his shoulders.

"Wyr-"

"Shhh."

With an alarmingly fast movement, Wyrm wrapped an arm around Sinbad's waist and flung them both under the nearby underbrush. The movement made the smaller male open his mouth to cry out, but another hand was quickly on his mouth.

Feeling Wyrm's weight press down on his back, and the thick pressure of his arm digging into his chest; heart fluttering in his young chest, the smaller male wrapped his free arm around Wyrm's wrist and shook his head. Removing his hand, the moth leaned in close, whispering against Sinbad's cheek.

"Shhh... Make no noise..." He said urgently, "Spiders." The single word made Sinbad tense, and he clutched tightly at the other male's arm, watching as his other hands braced himself up on the soft forest floor.

All too soon, several purple legs appeared, pacing around the clearing the two had just occupied. One stepped particularly close to them, and Wyrm shifted his weight faintly to press closer to the younger moth.

Coming upon the realization at how very, very close the older male was, Sinbad barely held back a squawk, and quickly buried his face into the soft chest of his idol-turned-protector. The hand on his shoulder, connected to the arm across his chest, tightened in reassurance.

Clicking, chirring and snapping occurred just above their heads, but neither moth moved. Sinbad tug his fingers into Wyrm's arm and dared to look out for only a moment. He saw two sets of spider legs standing mere inches from them. Eyes growing wide, he tensed, and Wyrm soon realized the proximity of the predators, too.

After a few achingly tense moments, the legs disappeared. Sinbad relaxed, and dropped his jaw onto the pale arm of the larger male. Just as he peeked upwards again, the silver-veil covered face was right before them. Letting out a panicked shriek, the small male tried to scramble backwards, but a pair of arms grabbed him by the legs and pulled him backwards out of the underbrush.

Wyrm was only able to blindly scrape for the young body before he too was dragged out. A fanged jaw wrapped around his throat, and soon he knew no more, only the faint call of the behind him, also held captive by a spider.