His eyes were the shade of lavender, fresh and beautiful. You never knew how such flowery irises could hold so much distaste and hatred for so many things. It was something you had to discover and witness on your own. With one thing in mind, you would hold your discoveries in your hand, holding them tenderly as if it was your source. How could you help the Fox's lavender pools hold something greater and more accepting? [ This is a Tomoe x Reader! My update times may vary, depending on certain things. Enjoy the story and remember that Kamisama Kiss and its characters are not owned by me !! ] Lottie out ! :V