Hushed Willows It's a new day, but it all feels old

Whilst his eyes had opened, his sight was far from perfect. Everything was, primarily, made up of blobs and blurs. Some things appeared clearer the closer he was to them, but that wasn’t always the case. He’d had a gift bestowed upon him, but it was not without its problems. He could see enough, though, to have spotted something moving towards him. Eros could tell that it was getting closer by the fact that it was one of the rare things that got clearer—not entirely, of course, but enough so that it was a little less blob-like.

Wide eyes watched the approaching phantom, only to realize that it wasn’t stopping. By the time he’d noticed that Kavos wasn’t going to stop or change his course, it was already too late. He’d not been able to wriggle away quick enough, and was soon feeling a wave of hurt. It’d started at his forehead, but had seemed to then spread out, resulting in the boy having cried out.