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    ✦ ✧ ✦ Oz didn't know when all of a sudden he got siblings, but that shit annoyed him. It wasn't that he wanted to be an only child, no, he just didn't want these children to feel like he was entitled to love them. Oz didn't care about them. He didn't care about anyone, not at all. No one mattered to him except himself . . and maybe Amelia on a good day.

    The hellhound laid out in the sun, stretching his body. His black coat easily absorbed heat, nearly burning his skin, but it felt so good and it was the closest he would get to hellfire. He rests his chin upon his paws, his eyes shutting for just a moment. For a moment, the world was still and quiet. He wished it could stay that way forever.


    margarita h.

    BLAME IT ON MY YOUTH && painted brigade & storage

    the small kitten saw oz laying out in the sun, his dark fur absorbing so much heat the air around it seemed to shimmer as if he was on fire. she bounced over to him, nudging him with a paw and smiling. "hey, oz! isn't it a great day? so warm, especially for the season."