Re: The Icarus/The Fallen [Blood]
"Paradise brings to mind peace and calm, and I am not a man for still waters, no matter how deep they might run," Enlil replied with a smile quirking the corner of his mouth upward and into a curl. He felt sure this was meant to be a most serious conversation, and he did mean the words he was saying, but the smile perched upon his lips all the same. "I am the most deserving," he said, that smile still there and nowhere near ready to take flight. "I am no saint, nor have I wings, but I believe life is a thing lived in the earth and dirt, and I do not expect to find paradise in death." He'd been accused of having a deathwish in the past, but he knew this was not so. He was reckless and a risk taker, but this did not mean he was suicidal.
Enlil smiled. "I adore myself as much as I hate myself, which means I have vast quantities of emotion welled up within me. At least of an evening." Like tonight, upon this still train. As the twilight deepened, he felt sure he understood what was transpiring. But clarity could be a fickle friend, untrustworthy in all the meaningful ways, and who was to say this was not merely more madness to be had? "But I do not reccomend reluctance when it comes to liking yourself. The world will bite you in the ass at every opportunity, and you'll find it much more tolerable if you can look in the glass and think the bastard in the reflection is a fantastic motherfucker."
He continued on with the swipe of his thumb, adding pressure a moment later to the jaw he painted with warm and sticky red. "A word to the wise? Do not be this trusting of men with sharp knives in their possession. Either you are mad or truly new to this life, and either option requires a bit of care." Enlil stepped back and held the letter opener up. "I could seriously harm you with this, should I want to."