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You don’t even remember falling asleep, let alone remembering to use a blanket, so it must have been Simeon who graciously covered you and let you fall asleep. You lift your arms to wipe at your eyes, looking behind you when a blanket falls from your raised shoulders. “I meant to wake you earlier but you seemed so tired.”

“For a few hours,” Simeon admits, his hand hiding away his smile as he watches you yawn. “I fell asleep?” You rasp, clearing your throat at the sound of your tired voice. You raise your face from where it lay on the wooden desk (you’re thankful you didn’t drool) and stretch, hearing your joints pop in satisfaction. “It’s getting dark, angel,” he says, and you have no choice but to listen to him and wake up– especially when Simeon retreats his hand, and the urge to fall back asleep officially dissipates. Simeon says your name again, and you wish you could fall asleep to him whispering it. His hand is comfortably warm against your cheek and you nuzzle against it, pleased to hear the chuckle that the action coaxes from the angel. Even in the dim lights of the lamp, you see the soft twinkle in his eyes as they look at you fondly. You open your eyes to the ticklish brush of his hand on your cheeks and to the soft blues of his eyes. I have to admit that I’ve never really written for Simeon before, but I hope you like this anyways!! little shady angel man flaskjafs 👉👈 hear Simeon call out your name softly, pulling you out of your sleepy haze.

tried cramming all the fluff I could think of for him like h*nd h*olding.