Anyone that saw Sherlock Holmes would notice the a few things about him. Some would first mention that he was tall but his slender frame made him look taller or that his skin looked alabaster and flawless. Some would mention his sure movements or furrowed brows. Everyone would notice his direct gaze and sharp eyes, though. Those eyes that saw everything and missed nothing. They watched shamelessly and intensely. They singled things out. They burned holes through clothes and skin.
Those very same eyes directed the very same gaze on Victoria as she explained the instructions to the next assignment to her students.
"Now first you get to choose which dinosaur you want."
Those eyes.
"Then you glue the cotton balls to the points marked on your dinosaur."
They weren't simply blue. They were a rainbow of blues and greens and golds and oranges. They were more complex and stunning than any other eye she had seen.
She dabbed a bit of paste to a cotton ball and placed it on her paper as an example. "And, of course, if you have any questions, either come to me or raise your hand."
He had been staring at her since he had found a spot to sit in the back of a class room. She didn't know what he was looking for or why, exactly, he was in her classroom, but she knew that it had to be for something he was trying to figure out. She had known him long enough to know that it was best to just let him do what he wanted to do.
Victoria knew how to work around Sherlock in this type of situation. It wasn't the first time. She didn't know, however, why she felt so self aware and...affected by his gaze.