[His favorite transport. Sunny clambers up Eren’s back with a little hop. He makes you happy.
[But Eren asks how Sunny is feeling, and Sunny isn’t sure how to answer. He nestles himself closer, arms slung securely around Eren’s torso—moreso the chest than waist, given the height difference. It’s a touch awkward, but Sunny never wraps his arms around Eren’s neck. Sunny’s face rests there instead, squishing gently against the nape.
[You are not afraid. Not like this.
[Idly he glances at the camp as it passes, the bob of the trunk in Eren’s hold. The camp isn’t familiar, but Sunny doesn’t always see it from this vantage. Eren knows where he’s going.
this is a whole arc for a tag where very little happens (lmk if you need more)
[His favorite transport. Sunny clambers up Eren’s back with a little hop. He makes you happy.
[But Eren asks how Sunny is feeling, and Sunny isn’t sure how to answer. He nestles himself closer, arms slung securely around Eren’s torso—moreso the chest than waist, given the height difference. It’s a touch awkward, but Sunny never wraps his arms around Eren’s neck. Sunny’s face rests there instead, squishing gently against the nape.
[You are not afraid. Not like this.
[Idly he glances at the camp as it passes, the bob of the trunk in Eren’s hold. The camp isn’t familiar, but Sunny doesn’t always see it from this vantage. Eren knows where he’s going.
[So, Sunny closes his eyes. He feels okay.]