Love is blind, that’s the saying. Buffy never would have thought she’s agree with it; she’d never shown romantic interest in anyone less than certifiably hunky. But one very hunky love interest had a tendency to go all ugly and scary when he got worked up, and presto – blind Buffy. Blind to the wrinkled skin, to the fangs, to the yellow eyes. None of it mattered. Underneath, it was still Angel. Maybe it was because the Angel underneath was so hunky that she was able to over look the temporary scariness. But maybe that was besides the point. Whenever she looked into his eyes, whether they happened to be brown or yellow, she could see his soul. And that was what she loved.