Re: The Icarus/The Fallen
"I think no one should learn anything of import from the likes of me," Enlil explained in response to the question pulled from Nathaniel like taffy drawn thin. Be it humor or no, Enlil's response would've been the same, for surely he was the last man on earth to be a reference point in anything save failure. He did not worry however about the other man's steady gaze or studious intent. Enlil liked to be looked upon, and while he should be no one's teacher there was certainly much he had learned during his glorious rise and electric fall. He held no slouch in his posture, though the other man possessed such curvature in quantity enough for both, but neither did he judge the man for it. He sat there and allowed himself to be observed. "I had little free will in my life," he explained. "Perhaps we are something of kindred souls. But I do feel and vastly. Who is to say you aren't the luckier of the two of us?"
He pushed a pale strand of feathery hair off his forehead, and he leaned closer to Nathaniel in invitation of shared secrets. "Do. I have no one to tell. No one who will listen. I am a good keeper of secrets. I was born of them and raised upon them, and they are like breathing to the likes of me." He was born with the silver spoon in his mouth nearly crammed out by secrecy.
Enlil was easily confused of an evening, as previously mentioned, and if there were truths swirling amid his truths that did not make sense he did not worry over it. "Favors and secrets. Here I believed missing people were going to be the most interesting tale of the evening to carry with me. You may continue, and I will be pleased to listen." His own posture matched Nathaniel's now, head close for privacy and body turned toward the other man in interest.