"Oh, if you would and you could, straighten my new mind's eye,"
He's not laughing at her, which is something. If he dislikes the song or her singing, he sure isn't letting it show, and it always feels like it's harder to read people when she's waiting on their approval, much less someone with a skull for a face, who seems to be paying attention to her and not the empty audience now. Darcy generally likes being good at things, doesn't often venture out into the wide breadth of things that she's not a prodigy in, especially hates having to do so in front of others. But she's also someone who has laid her life down for the sake of others. Putting up with karaoke is the least she can do.
"Would you love me for my money? Would you love me for my head? Would you love me through the winter? Would you love me 'til I'm dead?"
She prefers the original to her own rendition. Nick Drake had a voice that sounded mournful and weathered, even in what's meant to be a happy song. She just sounds flat and insincere. To her own ear anyway. When the song ends, she flops her head back on Skulduggery, not bothering to hand back the microphone, and now of all times the mocking question of 'if you ever get older' circles through her head. Darcy feels painfully aware of how green and coltish she is, having only barely had one relationship that she was now in the process of trying to wither. With the limited people aboard and no idea how long they were going to last... It felt like she was standing on the precipice of something more meaningful and richer, knowing she could never get to touch it herself. She broods off in her head, such that she forgets to sign off the song with any sort of comment.
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He's not laughing at her, which is something. If he dislikes the song or her singing, he sure isn't letting it show, and it always feels like it's harder to read people when she's waiting on their approval, much less someone with a skull for a face, who seems to be paying attention to her and not the empty audience now. Darcy generally likes being good at things, doesn't often venture out into the wide breadth of things that she's not a prodigy in, especially hates having to do so in front of others. But she's also someone who has laid her life down for the sake of others. Putting up with karaoke is the least she can do.
"Would you love me for my money? Would you love me for my head? Would you love me through the winter? Would you love me 'til I'm dead?"
She prefers the original to her own rendition. Nick Drake had a voice that sounded mournful and weathered, even in what's meant to be a happy song. She just sounds flat and insincere. To her own ear anyway. When the song ends, she flops her head back on Skulduggery, not bothering to hand back the microphone, and now of all times the mocking question of 'if you ever get older' circles through her head. Darcy feels painfully aware of how green and coltish she is, having only barely had one relationship that she was now in the process of trying to wither. With the limited people aboard and no idea how long they were going to last... It felt like she was standing on the precipice of something more meaningful and richer, knowing she could never get to touch it herself. She broods off in her head, such that she forgets to sign off the song with any sort of comment.