LILY
oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
Funnily enough, it’s not Rexanna that Lily is angry at; her scorn is drawn by the pieces themselves, none of which can even come close to her friend’s beauty and what she deserves. “They’re all stupid and none of them are good enough for you,” she growls through clenched teeth, glaring daggers at the jewlery even as it’s picked up.
At least her blight!rage is wholesome. Sort of.
But Lily is still left with the task and eventually picks up a long, delicate drop piece that actually falls lays against her collar bone and falls down her back. She flings it at Remi and the mannequin with a look that says she’s very unhappy with the choice but will stand by it. Backless dresses need something to draw the eye.
Muttering to herself and utterly oblivious to everyone else’s sideways glances, the redhead immediately perks up at the mention of cake. FUCK YES CAKE. She claps her hands together, a wide and delighted smile taking up most of her face. She has to practically sit on her hands to keep herself from snatching at the pieces and shoving them into her unusually gluttonous mouth. Not that she couldn’t use the sugar and sustenance - her diet has been particularly poor lately.
And for Lily, there’s no contest. The men may like the pretty, delicate flavors of lavendar and vanilla, but the darkness in her (and the woman, because what woman doesn’t like chocolate?) is immensely satisfied by the black expanse of cake. She dives in with gusto, saying through a mouthful of food, “This one. Defnitely.”
