Gold.

That was the first thing Marina would say when someone asked her to describe the boy. It was an automatic response more than anything. She was sure the world would agree with her, though.

Other than the ridiculous amount of yellow Jimmy wore, his eyes were definitely his defining trait. How it sparkled with energy, how it seemed to glow with radiance, how unbelievably... /gold/ it was.

It wasn't quite right, though - linking "gold" exclusively with his eyes. They enrapture her. They intrigue her, but it wasn't as alluring as the one thing that lead her to use that analogy. It was his kindness, his determination, his tenderness.

His heart.