A/N: This is a weird idea I came up with. Crowley is basically Medusa, and he has fallen in love with this traveler named Aziraphale, who comes to visit Crowley every week, making sure to shield his eyes because he knows what gazing into Crowley's eyes can do. Yes, Aziraphale loves him back but has never seen what his love looks like. K, I'm not going to ruin the story...

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 Aziraphale drew his robes closer around his body as he ventured up to the mountain once again. The small mouth of a cave came into view and the light-haired male felt his lips twitch into a smile. 

 "Crowley...?" He called out, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.

 "Aziraphale? Is that you?" A smooth voice responded and Zira had to restrain himself from looking in the direction of the lovely voice.

 "Yes, it is I, Love"

 "Come, I have been waiting for you..."

 Aziraphale slowly crept up to the voice, warm arms eventually snaking around him, soft lips pressing against his neck. His eyes fluttered shut quickly. If he were to take a look at his lover, he knew it could possibly cost him. If somehow they caught each other's gaze, it would be all over. However, Aziraphale couldn't stay away from Crowley.

 His fingers found Crowley's silky hair and he pulled him closer, pressing a chaste kiss to his head. 

 They did this often, the visiting, they would lay entwined in each other's limbs. Sometimes Crowley would even doze off (which Aziraphale wished he could open his eyes for, but he didn't risk it), a soft snore echoing in the small room. Other times they would drink and Zira would tell Crowley the tales of his travels.

 This time, Crowley decided to read to Aziraphale, the best he could at least. After the first few pages (or what Aziraphale presumed to be the first few pages. In reality, Crowley had just made up a lot of the story and pretended to flip pages to convince his lover) he gave up and curled up against Aziraphale's side. Zira gently let his arm wrap around Crowley and gave a content sigh.

 Oh, how Aziraphale wished he could see Crowley. He wanted to see the color of his lover's hair for himself. The color of his eyes. The soft lips he always felt on his skin. Everything about Crowley intrigued him. He wanted to learn everything about Crowley but allowed himself to be hindered by the fact that he would never be able to lay eyes on him. 

 A soft sigh escaped Crowley's lips and he glanced up at Aziraphale. Craning his neck up a bit, he allowed his lips to connect with Zira's, his eyes closing momentarily before opening to observe the light-haired male's face.

 However, Crowley spies a flash of blue. It's Aziraphale quickly closing his eyes and Crowley finds his eyes beautiful.

His eyes. 

 Crowley's eyes widened as he realized what just happened and he feels Aziraphale's breathing grow ragged- scared almost. A wave of panic passed over Crowley and he pulled Aziraphale up from their sitting position, looking for something- anything- that might stop what has happened. But they both know nothing will work. A sob lifts itself from Crowley's throat and with nothing left to lose, Aziraphale allows his eyes to open. Blue eyes scanning over the sobbing form in front of him and wrapping his arms around him to comfort Crowley. 

 He pressed a kiss into Crowley's hair- Crowley's red hair- and smiled sadly, "I love you" 

 Aziraphale felt his feet start to go still, stone taking over flesh and he let it. 

 He let it and after a few minutes, he was gone.

Crowley reached one trembling hand to stroke Aziraphale's stone cheek, tears pouring down his cheeks

 "I love you too..."

A/N: yeah sorry about that. I don't know what the hell happened there. I'm tired and I kept getting distracted by Tumblr and Pinterest and for a (several actually) moment there I forgot how to maintain a specific POV. This is extremely unedited and I'm just going to post it and forget about it before I decide not to post it. If I do in fact remember it, I'll see if I can rewrite it, cause that sukked. qwq