Though Some Have Called Thee Mighty
Title: Though Some Have Called Thee Mighty
Rating: G
Words: 100
Challenge: Pair Crowley with anyone but Aziraphale
Points: Crowley and Aziraphale (now that's irony for you...)
A/N: First post here, how y'all doing? :) The only way I could think to make this pairing work was to make it a sort of crossover (with Sandman, for the record.) Only not really, cuz as far as I'm concerned it's really the same Being anyway...hope nobody minds. :)

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I WAS JUST DOING MY JOB.

"Yeah. Job," Crowley muttered disconsolately, blinking rather more frequently than was his usual habit. Fortunately, the sunglasses hid everything.

There was a pause.

IT'S FOOLISH TO BECOME ATTACHED TO THEM.

"I know."

I MEAN, THREESCORE AND SEVEN YEARS, THAT'S BARELY TIME TO...

Crowley spun on his heel, trudging away. "Look, let's just drop it, all right? I really wouldn't expect you to understand."

Another pause...and then, the rustle of feathers.

A tiny hand caught his; when he turned, huge dark eyes in a pale heart-shaped face reflected his grief, uncomprehending.

"Show me?"

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(Title from Death Be Not Proud, by John Donne.)