Despite the fact he was already so happy, Oscar never imagined that that happiness could not just continue, but deepen with all his children and Seven. But it did. He fell more in love with Seven by the day, and as his children grew, he found himself just bursting with pride at each and every one of them. Not everything was smooth and easy - with his children all close in ages, the couple did have a lot on their hands, especially when they got into their teenage years. There was the typical teenage antics to deal with, the typical teenage drama, but Oscar truly didn't mind it. He loved all his children, no matter how different they were from one another.
Besides, if Oscar couldn't cope with what his children got up to, and if Seven was incapable of doing so too, the couple could always rely on Mark. As the eldest, he did take a position of authority and protectiveness over all his younger siblings. He was the oldest and had just finished school too, so he was the grown up of the four siblings. All his life, he'd always adopted this protective role. He never really had the chance to have fun, given he'd always dedicated his time to making sure his siblings were protected. As he grew older and became physically much more stronger, the handsome dragon took that protective stance with his fathers too. By the time he was just 14, he was already well over 6'0" tall, overshadowing not just his parents but all his family, practically. It was no surprise that he was pretty forthright in his protectiveness. Mark was the complete opposite to Cassy. Growing up, they were always close, but they were so different that it often made Oscar grin - Mark was everything Cassy wasn't. He was ridiculously tall, insanely tough, incredibly buff and muscular... and he clearly didn't follow Oscar much. He was the spitting image of his birth father, having inherited his chiselled features and impeccably handsome face, as though it had been carved out by the gods themselves. He was, then, the subject of many women's (and some men's) fantasies, both in Hell and on Earth-- but he wasn't exactly open to that. He was serious and stern and often looked like he wanted to rip someone's head off, rather than snog them. All his life he'd had to be the strong protector, so yes, he found it hard to let his guard down and let people in.
Silently sat on the other couch, he sipped at his wine with occasional glances over at Cassy, rolling his blue eyes at his younger brother's fascination with his nails. Despite being so different to his outgoing, flamboyant brother, he was closer to Cassy than to any other of his siblings, really. They'd always had a close bond, despite being... total opposites.
"...Ember's coming home tonight. Is that why you've had your nails done? It's nice you're going through the effort," he drawled slowly in that deep, smooth, honey-like tone of his. At the mention of their youngest brother, he frowned slightly and smoothed down the suit he'd worn especially for the dinner thrown tonight.
Ember was 15, almost 16. He'd been raised at school alongside Angelica, mostly. They were in the same class so, despite having different birthdays and Ember being older than her, it was easier to tell the humans that they were twins. Yet, it was amazing how differently he and his sister turned out given they were raised like twins; raised to be as close as a brother and sister could be. Ember was the problem child of the family. He was the one that gave his parents cause for concern. He was the one always out late, never coming home, always giving them headaches in worry. He was in detention more often than not, he was rebelling and acting the fool and the fact he was already covered in tattoos at just 15 was evidence that he hung out with people far older than him, who he perhaps shouldn't know. In an effort to make sure their son would realise his behaviour wasn't correct, Oscar took the brave decision to send his son off for a month-long vacation at a correctional camp, hoping that he could be taught through activities and therapy to behave correctly. He was returning tonight, and Mark especially hoped he'd return more mature and more wise.
He wasn't afraid to physically reprimand him if he acted up with his usual shenanigans again.
"Angelica's been in her room all day, I assume it's out of excitement. Papa hasn't stopped fussing with the table decorations for the last hour. I assume Dad's off somewhere, getting Ember a nice gift. A gift, for being a complete jerk and causing us hell for years. It's sickening."
