#simami

Simeon chuckles, cheeks flushed a bit as he laid on the bed, arms folded under his head. “I’m so sorry for asking this, but after Mammon crowed about your massage skills, I couldn’t resist.” Ami laughs, turning her head slightly and beams at the sight. 

“Really, it’s fine. There’s no problem with relaxation once in a while. Could I start?”

The angel seems to take a slight breath before nodding, head pillowed by folded arms. Ami comes closer, rubs her hands to ensure that they were warm and gently places her hands on Simeon’s surprisingly muscular back. It makes sense, she thinks, smirking at the way his muscles jumped, he flies.

She gets to work, grinding the heel of her palm into knots until they melted away, pressing the pads of her fingers into tense muscles until they shuddered. It’s well into 5 minutes before Simeon makes a noise. A soft, soft sigh of delight that makes her swell with pride. Ami leans in closer before a flash of white and suddenly she’s on her back, cheek smarting and eyes filled with tears.

“Amihan? Oh my goodness, I am---” Simeon is at her side, cradling her close to his body and angel wings arced above them both, rustling restlessly in his agitation. “I am so so so sorry, I hit you with my wings! Oh dear,” He touches her cheek, the area red and bleeding slightly from the lightning-quick slices of feathers.

-Oh, you come! Would you like to bring some adventures?

-Yes, Ku Chung!

-Ok. I want China`s rarity of The halls of the lost army.