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

Never would Eros know that he’d been there to witness the moment his brother was able to see for the very first time. The memory would easily be lost within his still-developing mind, especially since he could hardly see what was happening, let alone comprehend it. All he knew was that the blob had rammed into him, appeared to have been distressed by his own actions, and then settled down. Curious, the firstborn inched closed, contributing to the lessening of distance between himself and his sibling. He wanted to know what was happening—why it was happening—and so that was why he moved. The reason for the other child’s movements was lost on him, though, which was perfectly fine because he didn't really care.

The space was lost quicker than he’d have ever thought possible, but the end result was less than desirable. Around his nose had Kavos’ put his mouth, which felt weird; not the good weird, either, but the type that made him yank his head back to the best of his abilities. Eros would wriggle and squirm until his freedom was taken back, but he’d not retreat. Instead, should the imp be able to pull his nose away from his brother, he’d launch his own attack immediately afterwards. Only, rather than aiming for the nose alone, he intended to wrap his tiny jaws around as much of the ghost’s face as his mouth would allow.