Curiosity burned in both blue and brown orbs as they glanced over at her.

His eyes opened and he stared into Kevla's wide, brown orbs.

Everything he thought was reflected in those large, gentle brown orbs.

Turning away from the poem, Omar turned his huge brown orbs on me and jerked a thumb at the wall.

The brown orbs of his gaze flashed with an eerie light.

The brown orbs quickly found themselves, losing all trace of emotion.

You fork over two bucks, bend at the waist, and put one brown orb to the lens.

Now those warm brown orbs shot anger and resentment.

His beast crawled just behind those true, brown orbs.

He brought his gaze down, and I shivered at the alienness hidden behind the normal brown orbs.