The dreams of his childhood were merely that, dreams. As much as he tried to fulfill the fantasy that his childhood friends father tried to make him believe he came down to the conclusion that all this was merely make belief. His hands gripped the steering wheel as each finger wrapped around the steel wheel of the red Chevrolet. His foot pressing against the acceleration, wishing that this drive would end sooner than it had taken to begin. He had wasted years of his life searching for the beings that were magically glorified and stuffed down his throat. For months he pondered on how the legends he had come close to were merely tales to keep children in line, or fables of embellished accounts. He rubbed through his black greased back hair as his serenely igneous eyes focused on the road ahead of him. The mountains were the perfect reflection in comparison to his olive green eyes. The winding roads enough to cause dizziness and hills that hid a world behind its green pastures.
He didn't know he would be coming back to Greenland anytime soon. He had left for a reason and much was for his own benefit in growth. He had left his childhood, the friends that had wanted to go on countless adventures together. Marcus was the one who truly believed in the lies, the lies that were beautifully tragic and horrific. And he dragged Henri along for the ride, because even though they weren't blood brothers, they felt like they had a bond nothing could break. And if Marcus wanted to dive into his father's dreams then Henri would fall with him. And this is how Henri began his journey. Aside from the fact that Marcus' father had vanished...another reason for him to leave this world.
But now he was headed towards the one lead that could prove his doubt wrong, prove that all his searching wasn't in vain. Elizabeth, his dear friend, he hadn't seen in forever had contacted him. Maybe she had found something, she probably had grown up into a fine young woman, probably as beautiful as she was when she was younger. A smile graced his face as the thought of her tormented him. He had let those feelings go, it wasn't right. His family was her family, she was like a sister. He sped up, continuing up the path to the house of old that housed his memories of a world he had fallen in love with.
At least he could bring some kind of new information to the table about the myths of the creatures her father talked about. He had learned a lot when he traveled to Egypt and Iran and various parts of Eastern Europe, but still he found no evidence of actual life. But enough of mind tackling topics, the house was here. The house that had lost it's homely figure because of the past that had scarred it. As he pulled up towards the colonial style house, he stopped abruptly, trying to imagine a place that would better suit the two of them. The tension between them was probably going to be enough to create it's own fragrance.
He stepped out of the car, revealing his wrinkled dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up revealing his prominent forearms and the top three buttons undone, revealing his brazen wolf hair chest. He had the classiness of a business man and the presence of a local street thug. He knew what he was doing every time he wore his clothes the way he did, but he never focused on his looks...he was all about his smarts...which he thrusted into the minds of anyone daring to face him.
Grabbing his jacket out of the car, he walked to the door, inhaled deeply as his fingers trailed on the door. Even the house felt the same, since he was last here. His broad knuckles slammed against the door, his heart racing as his mind thought of numerous scenarios regarding sweat, tears and sexual musk.