Her (@Angel, @Willow, @Tara, @Anya)

"We’ll find the nearest," Oz said, and with that he left and headed back to where Willow was waiting for him.

He was a very observant fellow, Oz was. He also knew that though that no matter how curious Angel was, and Oz could pick it up from the slight furrow of the brows of the brooding one, he was not going to ask about Willow and how they’re now pretty much together now.

When he walked toward the front door, he smelled a familiar scent, in fact he smelled two familiar scent. Scents that should not be existing anymore, at least not like this.

It didn’t show in his face, but he was panicking, and as he reached the lobby, he heard Willow’s voice.

"Tara? Is that really you?"

Completely ignoring Anya, all he could do was stand there, staring at the girl, the girl who once replaced him in Willow’s heart. Did he have no place anymore, now that she’s back?

He wanted to say something, do something, but he was rooted on the spot, staring Tara and Willow, the girls who broke his heart once.

2 years ago on 20 July 2011 @ 3:19pm 1 note

Out for a Walk (@Willow, @Angel)

Go down to the beach she says.

No matter how much Willow had gone through, she always seemed so bubbly and fun and just filled with this optimistic glow about her. Oz wondered how he had ever survived without her, all this time, how did it really happen?

"Onward to the beach then!" Oz said, still cool as a cucumber. "I’ll just go on out and tell our patron, that we’ll be heading out for a bit."

Giving Willow a backward glance, as she prepared for their unplanned outing, Oz left the room and started look for Angel. Figuring he should at least tell them that they were heading out, Oz finally reached the floor at where Angel’s office seemed to be situated.

He knocked on the door, before gingerly opening it.

"Angel? Will and I are heading out for a while," he said as soon as Oz saw Angel, "I’d invite but I don’t think a tan is what you need right now."

2 years ago on 12 July 2011 @ 3:05pm 2 notes

Long Thoughts In Between [@Willow]

"Spike?"

Oz had effectively left before Spike was chipped, and then ensouled, and then de-chipped, but he had heard the stories. When he heard how Buffy and Spike somehow ended up sharing a relationship, Oz was so shocked, he almost expressed an actual facial emotion.

But still, Oz knew all about fighting the monster within. He knew about having a certain darkness deep within you, and trying to fight it to become a better person. Oz can respect Spike for that.

However, Spike died. Spike died so long ago, that it seemed a little unrealistic to expect that he would come back, even though coming back from the dead was not some brand new thing. Well, it took Buffy and Angel a summer to come back from the dead, but still eight years?

What could possibly have happened that Spike would be in Buffy’s thoughts right now? Did Buffy come across new information?

Oz was quiet for a while, thinking all of these things, but of course, what else is knew? He tried not to think about people coming back to life, because thinking about that, made him think about the possibilities of bringing certain people back to life.

People like her.

People like Tara.

Oz glanced at Willow. If there was a way to bring Tara back, Willow would have surely found a way to do so. But still Tara remains… well she remains dead. Insecurity suddenly made its way back into his mind. Willow, and Tara. Tara, and Willow.

How’s a wolf ever to compare to the love between two powerful witches?

"I have no idea," was all Oz said after a while, "ask her for specifics?"

2 years ago on 28 June 2011 @ 11:17pm 2 notes

Where I Announce That I’m With Willow With Minimal Words

Oz always knew the feeling of not being wanted.

He’s observed people for so long that he has mastered the art of body language. Angel was not rejoicing about the fact that they were here, but Oz was never the calling out type of person.

Angel opened the door across the hall, and Oz merely shook his head, and said “I’ll just stay with Willow, to help with the housekeeping.”

He grinned, hoping that Angel got that he was joking.

Inside their room, Oz sat on the bed, and grinned some more. Cheesy, cheesy, cheesy, but of course being with Willow always made him smile.

"What’s up with Buffy, Will?

2 years ago on 26 June 2011 @ 7:19pm

Daniel Osbourne: Driving

witchywillow:

youcancallmeoz:

When he first left Sunnydale, Oz expected that he would do a lot of driving, and to be honest he was looking forward to it. He just didn’t expect his van would break down so early down his planned trip, and that he had to hitch-hike the rest of the way.

But yeah, he enjoyed a good drive.

That’s…

While it wasn’t a very long drive from LAX to the Hyperion, it still gave Willow enough time to sleep.

She wished she hadn’t, but she dreamt. Dreamt that she’d succumbed to magic again here in LA. Her body was engulfed in black shadows, and the rage and grief wasn’t even comparable to the first time she’d gone ‘dark.’ The terror on her friends’ faces were unforgettable, especially Oz.

Several times throughout this dream, Willow tried to open her eyes. It wasn’t until Oz said her name that she was able to completely pull herself away from the nightmare. She woke with a gasp, and it took her a moment to take in her surroundings.

The last time she was in LA was after Tara died, and it was strictly business.

She knew Oz wondered about her — about Tara — and she admired that he never prodded her for information. She’d tell him what happened when she was ready. Talking about it still made her go a little catatonic, especially since she couldn’t leave out what she did after.

“Are you excited?” Willow asked as she dragged in their luggage. It was hard to tell what he was feeling sometimes. “I think it’ll be pretty fun!”

Hopefully, Buffy had already checked with Angel to see if it was OK if they could stay at the Hyperion.

[ooc; Feel free to jump in, Angel!]

Oz smiled.

He loved how she always gets excited at the little things.

"I know it’s not showing in my face, but I’m doing a happy dance inside," he told her as he helped her with the luggage.

This hotel wasn’t open to public of course, since it wasn’t really a hotel, but more like a really big home for Angel and his team. Oz wasn’t expecting a bell boy or anything to be at the lobby, but he kinda wished there was at least someone there to meet them.

The place wasn’t a mansion, but still, it was pretty big.

"Hello? Angel?" Oz called.

2 years ago on 5 June 2011 @ 11:30am 4 notes

Driving

When he first left Sunnydale, Oz expected that he would do a lot of driving, and to be honest he was looking forward to it. He just didn’t expect his van would break down so early down his planned trip, and that he had to hitch-hike the rest of the way.

But yeah, he enjoyed a good drive.

That’s why when Willow offered him the wheel, he didn’t hesitate at all. Plus, call it creepy (especially with the whole new interest on fictional vegetarian vamps these days), he enjoyed watching Willow sleep.

Also it gave him some time to think and quiet reflection was something he was always good at, and he was quite proud of it too.

Unfortunately, somehow his thoughts drifted to this one girl he always tried to avoid thinking of. And it’s not that he didn’t like the girl. She did seem nice the first time they met. Sure, he didn’t really get to spend that much time with her, and there really was no reason for his dislike.

Unless you counted the fact that Tara was Willow’s ex as a reason, he thought.

Oz didn’t like poking the bear, so to speak, so when Willow suddenly appeared on his doorstep, he figured he wouldn’t ask her about Tara. During their years spent together, bits and pieces about what happened to Tara surfaced, but Oz never asked a single question. Hopefully, Willow would think it’s because he respected her enough to let her tell the story.

But honestly?

Oz was scared.

Scared that the only reason Willow came back to him was because Tara was no longer a viable option. Asking about Tara from Willow, scared him because he was always afraid to know the answer. Afraid to know the truth in case he would lose control again, like last time.

Before he knew it, sort of alone with his thoughts, the ride was over, and they were already at hotel that they were supposed to stay.

"Will," he said, as he gently shook her awake, "We’re here at Hyperion."

2 years ago on 4 June 2011 @ 1:32pm 4 notes

Daniel Osbourne: Smile [@Willow]

witchywillow:

youcancallmeoz:

“You forget, monkeys only wear pants,” he said and chuckled. He flashed back to one of his earliest memories of Willow. They were talking about animal crackers, and they’re different modes of fashion. With a few exceptions, most of his memories with Willow were always beautiful, and he treasured every single moment that he had ever spent with her, few exceptions included.

“I think we can afford to go to LA.”

Oz was not a rich man.

Whatever he needed, he earned and worked hard for. Whenever he needed new amps, or new strings, he made sure to work for every penny. And when he needed something a little more expensive than that, he knew he could sell things in exchange for it. So though Oz was not a rich man, he was a very satisfied man.

Having said that, leading the monk lifestyle wasn’t really an expensive deal. Over the years, Oz managed to save a sizable amount of money for a rainy day. He figured spending money to fly over to LA, well it wasn’t a bad idea at all.

“I still have some money left,” he volunteered as Willow checked her bank account. He’d leave the packing to her. Sappy as it sounds, all he ever really needed was her.

 As silly as it sounds, after that day with the animal crackers, monkeys seemed a little more endearing to Willow. They made her think of Oz.

“We could split it,” Willow said with a nod. She didn’t feel too comfortable letting him pay for the airfare, but she knew he’d feel lousy if he didn’t contribute at all. Needless to say, she realized now that she needed to get a job once they got back.

She went back to the travel website and scrolled until she found the price she’d been looking at before. A few more clicks and lots of entering information later, the flight was booked.

“We’ll leave tomorrow night,” she said excitedly as she dragged the laundry basket from the right side of the chair. It wouldn’t take her very long to wash and pack their clothes. One set of warm outfits, just in case, and she’d grab their swimsuits.

As she made her way to the stairs, she turned her head to Oz and said, “D’you still keep in touch with Devon and the guys? M-maybe you guys could play somewhere in LA.” If they were even alive. Willow never saw Devon again after Oz left Sunnydale. She guessed there could be that possibility that he was already in LA.

ooc; If this gets boring for you, we can time-skip to the airplane. I don’t see anything getting very interesting until they get to LA.

OOC: Sure, last entry for Oz, then we can time skip to LA, alright?

“We’ve lost touch ever since I left Sunnydale.”

A lot has happened since Sunnydale. Oz traveled, meditated, learned, controlled and came back and then left again. It was like a cycle of leaving and coming back. Funny though, he had always thought that Sunnydale was home. A place where he could come back to.

But Sunnydale is gone.

Whatever is left of it is ashes and dust, and apparently no one ever thought of ever bringing the place back to it’s former glory. No, Sunnydale is gone, and there were too much painful memories for the people who managed to survive.

“Never heard from him.”

Devon and Oz were different, but Oz had genuinely liked the guy. He sincerely hoped that where Devon is, he was alive and healthy.

2 years ago on 2 June 2011 @ 12:54pm 4 notes

Daniel Osbourne: Smile [@Willow]

witchywillow:

youcancallmeoz:

“Hey. How was your hike?”

“Uneventful,” Oz replied with a smile, “I thought I saw a monkey.”

And with that he hugged her tighter. Then she mentioned about going to LA. Interesting, he thought. Seeing everyone again, seeing those that survived the fight, that sounded something he would be up for.

When Oz heard about what happened at Sunnydale, he couldn’t believe his ears. It didn’t show on his face, but he was devastated. He went on a hike for a month and didn’t come back, till he felt better. When he did come back, he saw Willow.

And everything was better.

“Sure. I’d go anywhere with you.”

There was still a chunk of money that Willow had set aside for school. The summer before college began, she took a job at the theatre serving popcorn and candy. Pretty much all of that money was gone, but she still had some left over that her parents had given her for books. She hadn’t attended as much as she thought she would, what with the world ending and all.

After Sunnydale was destroyed, she had tried to enroll at UCLA, but found she didn’t have the motivation she used to. That was when she tracked Oz down. It was a fairly impulsive move. She didn’t know if he’d moved on to someone else — boy, would that have been awkward.

“A monkey?” Willow flashed Oz a big smile and said, “Was it wearing a hat? Most monkeys wear hats.” She turned back to her laptop and opened it up. “It’s not as expensive as I thought it was gonna be — only two thousand.” She bit her lip and looked back up at him. “We can afford that, right?”

A few more clicks and Willow was checking out her bank account. There was just enough for the trip. She nodded to herself and thought some more on it. Buffy was leaving tomorrow — or was she leaving tonight and she’d be there by tomorrow? She couldn’t remember.

Either way, she figured her and Oz would leave in a few nights. Buffy had probably been thinking about this a little longer than they had, so she had more of an idea of what to pack. Willow still had to figure everything out.

"You forget, monkeys only wear pants," he said and chuckled. He flashed back to one of his earliest memories of Willow. They were talking about animal crackers, and they’re different modes of fashion. With a few exceptions, most of his memories with Willow were always beautiful, and he treasured every single moment that he had ever spent with her, few exceptions included.

"I think we can afford to go to LA."

Oz was not a rich man.

Whatever he needed, he earned and worked hard for. Whenever he needed new amps, or new strings, he made sure to work for every penny. And when he needed something a little more expensive than that, he knew he could sell things in exchange for it. So though Oz was not a rich man, he was a very satisfied man.

Having said that, leading the monk lifestyle wasn’t really an expensive deal. Over the years, Oz managed to save a sizable amount of money for a rainy day. He figured spending money to fly over to LA, well it wasn’t a bad idea at all.

"I still have some money left," he volunteered as Willow checked her bank account. He’d leave the packing to her. Sappy as it sounds, all he ever really needed was her.

2 years ago on 30 May 2011 @ 11:22am 4 notes

Daniel Osbourne: Smile [@Willow]

witchywillow:

youcancallmeoz:

After Faith called, Oz figured Willow needed some time on her own.

So he went out, even if it was raining, and spent most of the day hiking. Even before he became a werewolf, he enjoyed just walking around, being near nature. Sometimes when the Dingoes had a bad practice, Oz would just slip away…

Willow had just gotten off the phone with Buffy when Oz walked through the door. Everytime she saw him, she fell in love all over again. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she wouldn’t trade what she felt when she was around him for anything in the world.

Willow walked from her chair and over to Oz, wrapping her arms around him. “Hey. How was your hike?” For a brief moment, she’d forgotten all about the trip to LA. She was pretty sure Oz would be up to it. They hadn’t seen anyone in a long time. “Buffy called,” she began softly, “We’re thinkin’ of meeting up in LA.” She pulled away a little so she could look at his reaction. It rarely happened because of how stoic he was, but sometimes she could notice a very small change. “Do you wanna go?”

Though she doubted he’d say no, she couldn’t imagine them being in completely different areas of the world again.

“Hey. How was your hike?”

"Uneventful," Oz replied with a smile, "I thought I saw a monkey."

And with that he hugged her tighter. Then she mentioned about going to LA. Interesting, he thought. Seeing everyone again, seeing those that survived the fight, that sounded something he would be up for.

When Oz heard about what happened at Sunnydale, he couldn’t believe his ears. It didn’t show on his face, but he was devastated. He went on a hike for a month and didn’t come back, till he felt better. When he did come back, he saw Willow.

And everything was better.

"Sure. I’d go anywhere with you."

2 years ago on 29 May 2011 @ 12:12pm 4 notes