Maxwell listened intently, and when he heard the boys full name his heart started to pound harder and harder in his chest.. and he swore it stopped seeing the earring.. it was the same he had given his wife the day of the marriage.. and it was the same he had given to the orphanage when he left his son there.. alone.. and he had regretted for so many years.. and yet here his son was, back again alive and well. Without thinking, he gave the boy a big hug, squeezing him a little. " I.. I have the other one.... I can't believe it is you.. I can't believe you are here.. alive.. " The grown man started to cry.. and he cried a good bit as he started to beg for forgiveness.

Kimani widened his eyes as he was hugged, but his gaze softened and he hugged him gently back.
It made him remember something, two things.
One was when he was around nine. He was angry, and scared, and hurt. He had done everything asked of him and yet they still found something to beat him for. He cursed his parents for leaving him here, whether they left to go to heaven or dropped him off. He felt so sad that he didn't have what other children had.
But, he also remembered another night. One three years later where he held that earring in his hand and stared up at the stars on the roof where he hid so often. That was the night he forgave his parents, wherever they might be. Because that was the night that Wren had taken the blame for him. He thanked them for giving him the chance to meet someone like her.
And so, he held no anger or hurt. He smiled softly and felt some tears come out of his eye.
"It's okay. I'm not angry... Please don't cry..." He said softly and sniffled a bit. "I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago."

" I-I tried to go back. I tried to fix everything.. I wanted to be there.. " He continued, trying to calm himself down. He hated himself for many years because of what he did.. and found how the stars aligned for him just too perfect for a man like himself.. but he didn't argue even a little bit. " I am going to be here now if you so want it.. " Maxwell said, not wanting to stall any longer about what he wanted, he wanted to be there for his son. Nothing more, nothing less.. Though some doubt was in his mind he brushed it away, he doubted for years upon years and it got him nothing. " You mother and I.. we loved you so much but.. when she passed the grief was too much and I didn't want you to pass under my care due to neglect.. So I left you at the orphanage for a little while so I can fix myself to properly raise you. When I returned they said you died of scarlet fever.. and no matter how much I didn't believe them they brought me so much proof of it. "

Mason smiled, crossing his legs. "Thanks for the compliment." , He giggled, leaning forwards a little.

(did someone pop into the conversation with Zan and Whoever was with him?)

(Aoi was with idk who but they were in a hallway and nIco wasnt here....)

(cause he climbled outside got it)


"He'll show up...eventually." zanzibar told her

(Well, then he broke up a fight beteeen morgana and i forgot whom)

"I hope....." aoi sighed.

(Oop didn't go to volunteering today. We love stomach flues)

Ifera finally found the door and opened it up. She quietly made her way down the hallway trying to remember where her room was. She finally found it the next hallway over and slipped inside. There she cleaned herself up and washed the blood off herself with a wet rag. She adjusted her bandages and put on a turtle necked black dress that reached just below her knees. She spent some time brushing her hair out and then put it into a neat ponytail letting her hair fall over her shoulder. She slipped the cutlery into her sleeves again and slipped out of her room again. She wandered around the mansion avoiding the prowling goons and made her way outside into the gardens. There she picked a few of the flowers as she made her way through the complicated garden and weaved them into a flower crown that she daintily put upon her head. She didn't care how ridiculous she looked she just wanted some peace and quiet. (Open for conversations)

"Why are you wearing a flower crown?" asked Dashiell, looking confused.