Eyes green as emeralds, glinting as a precious stone underneath bright moonlight. Eyes sharp as jagged rock, handled with great care. These bright emeralds, on the rare occasion they reveal themselves and glint back at you, is surely an unforgettable image, forever branded into your soul. You may want to keep the green of those piercing eyes on a chain around your neck, close to your heart, or on a ring for your finger,. But the best you can do is stare into those analytical eyes and keep the image. As you gaze into their cool tones, you feel as if you were merely a sheet of glass, a book to be read by those all-knowing eyes, enhanced by thick, black lashes. Before you can properly take in the sight, he closes them again and grins widely, mischievously. You get the sense that he knows you more that you may know yourself after mere seconds of unobstructed eye contact. You can practically hear the whirring and ticking of his mechanical brain, the thousands of gears turning and whispering secrets to its owner. Hidden under deep black hair, the same shade of a ravens wing, you can only wonder what is hidden in its interior. What cases has it cracked; what mysteries uncovered? Faster than sound, how does it find every solution in such a frighteningly short amount of time? But he only grins back at you, leaving you unsatisfied and hungry for more: another look into his sparkling emeralds for eyes, a better understanding of the ticking machine behind his skull. But is it it is impossible. You think you see a hint of despair across his face as he puts his detectives hat back in its position, nestled in the raven's feathers a top of his head. It kills you inside because while you are separated by a thin screen of pixels, it may as well be an entire universe keeping you from him.
