Disclaimer: These eyes unfortunatly don't belong to me. In fact it's quite obvious who they do belong to. If you need a hint though - it's at the bottom...
Eyes
Deep, dark, cold yet glowing with inner fire. The wide almond shaped eyes glistened with hidden thoughts and meanings, thickly lashed in a mockery of childish innocence.
The glowing orbs glided in their sockets an eternal grey, dark as iron around the iris lightening to white gold then plunging into deep silver. These eyes were metal eyes, eyes full of money, encasing and imprisoning an iron bound mind.
They could be called cold, like an iron fence around a graveyard in midwinter but on a rare occasion they could be as heated as the molten silver used to make the owners deadly blades.
They were deceptive eyes, telling in their own way; old but still with a faint glimmer of youth. These eyes had had to grow up fast, too fast some might say.
These eyes were capable of anything and everything, they could flash in anger like the explosion of a bullet, they could sooth the most hysteric with a glance as soft as the down of a signet, they could anger, calm, excite and disappoint just as quickly as a strike of lightning.
But most of all these eyes were quiet eyes, eyes that spoke of hard times, sacrifice, war and regret, they were permanently dulled by hidden tears and remembered fears but above all else, loss and guilt.
These were the eyes of a man with little to live for, someone who had lost too much but still kept of fighting. A warrior who had done all he could but still failed to saved those that he loved.
Self loathing was evident in these eyes but so was the fierce glint of a hero who wouldn't admit defeat.
You saw those eyes and you knew.
These eyes would keep on fighting, keep on loving, keep on hating and keep on living, even if they didn't have anything left to live for.
They were eyes of revenge and the eyes of a fighter. These eyes wouldn't give up until the battles had been won…no matter what the cost.
Hint: they're the eyes of a Slytherin