Ah. Well that was a root, and he was not good enough at this shit to untangle the heart of it. But he thought he saw a flaw in Ren's plan. "And they're gonna be okay with you lyin' and sayin some boy you don't care 'bout like that is your mate? These spirits care more about me havin a dick than that you're lyin' about me?" That... didn't seem like it made a lot of sense to him. And these spirits seemed like a bunch of assholes if you asked him.
It didn't make sense. Because this was Ren's warped perception of what was expected of her, passed through word of mouth, her experiences with the Fianna, what she had taken in during her initiation, her role within the tribe and the expectations on her young shoulders.
"I dunno. I'm not a Theurge." Ren admitted. "Spirits don't care much 'bout feelings though. All they'd see is someone honourably mated." The Garou groaned again, putting her head in her hands again. "I just...I don't want t'tell them I'm...." She didn't want to use the word. That was too much like admitting it. "If they ask, just tell them I stepped over the line 'nd you put us straight and we aren't like that. That I was gettin' ahead of m'self. They'll believe that. Please Corbin."
Corbin sighed "That I can do. Or I'll try, I ain't that great a liar. But Ren..." He wanted to hold her or hug her or take her hands or something, but he didn't know her well enough to know how she'd take it. So he settled for leaning forward, tilting his head so she could see his face.
"There ain't nothin wrong with you. I don't give a fuck what you think some spirit that don't even care if you're happy thinks or wants to say. You ain't broken, you ain't wrong just cause you like girls. I hope you find someone that makes you happy. And it really fuckin' shouldn't matter what they got in their pants. But I think that's for you to deal with." He could say it til his throat was hoarse, but if Ren wasn't ready to hear it then she wouldn't.
Ren breathes heavily as the claw grip of fear around her throat loosens with relief that Corbin wasn't going to rat her out immediately. It wasn't a promise to hide her secret but it was enough that she could work with it.
"I don't want y'to think...." Ren starts and stops. "There ain't nothing wrong with people being....I don't have a problem with it." She didn't hate gay people or anything. But when she was attracted to lads and lasses, it was selfish of her to pick the choice that didn't help the Garou nation. "I just can't pick that choice."
Corbin sighed quietly. "Whatever you end up doin, just make sure it's one you can live with, one that makes you happy. And you don't need to be lyin to folks." Especially not when it brought other people into the lie without knowing if they'd be okay with it.
And he might've been unsure about the danger of touching Ren when she was in this emotionally delicate a situation, but she didn't have the same concern as she leant forward to hug him. Ren was naturally a tactile person.
"I'm sorry I involved you in this shit. It won't ever happen again. I promise."
Corbin knew he wasn't a threatening sort of person, and he was naturally tactile too, so he was fine with the hug, sighing in something between relief and exasperation as he returned it.
"Alright. Next time you show up at my door at 2 am you better have some whiskey on you is all I'm sayin." He gives her a grin and a chuckle, he wasn't about to start drinking at... 3 am now? But it would be nice as an apology for later.
"I'll try not to show up at y'door at stupid am again. But if I do, whiskey, I promise." Ren assured. But, for now, she had overstayed her welcome. Especially at this hour of the night. Ren tapped the tops of her thighs and made to stand. "Right. I'm gonna leave you in peace. I've kept y'up too long."
"You got a deal." He'll stand up to, and pull Ren into a hug when she stands. He's not werewolf strong, but he's no shrimp either, he does plenty of physical labor. "Do me a favor. Go find that person you wanted to say was your mate and make sure she knows she's special, alright? I get... you can't tell everyone else she is. But I think she needs to know." If she wanted to keep it a secret that was a Ren and whoever this other person was problem. But this unknown other person at least should know that Ren cared about them.
Ren definitely isn't going to complain about hugs. For all this fairyland seems to be about being physical with people, there flat out hasn't been enough physical affection for her needs. "I will. I promise." Ren assured him. And to Ren, promises were more than sacrasanct.
Corbin would agree on that point, and if asked, would be more than happy with more hugs, from Ren or any of the people he's friends with. Hugs are great, okay?
"Good." He gives her one last squeeze and then lets go, nodding his head towards the door. "Go on, I gotta get some sleep some time." But he smiles when he says it and there's no malice or even annoyance to the words, though he does yawn widely directly after.
"Good dreams, Ren." Corbin closes the door and lets his head fall back against the door with a quiet thud, rubbing his hands over his face.
Then he goes over to grab his tome and get a hold of Caleb. He knows the man had just left, but he's hoping he won't mind coming over to actually stay the night. He needs some cuddles.
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"I dunno. I'm not a Theurge." Ren admitted. "Spirits don't care much 'bout feelings though. All they'd see is someone honourably mated." The Garou groaned again, putting her head in her hands again. "I just...I don't want t'tell them I'm...." She didn't want to use the word. That was too much like admitting it. "If they ask, just tell them I stepped over the line 'nd you put us straight and we aren't like that. That I was gettin' ahead of m'self. They'll believe that. Please Corbin."
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"There ain't nothin wrong with you. I don't give a fuck what you think some spirit that don't even care if you're happy thinks or wants to say. You ain't broken, you ain't wrong just cause you like girls. I hope you find someone that makes you happy. And it really fuckin' shouldn't matter what they got in their pants. But I think that's for you to deal with." He could say it til his throat was hoarse, but if Ren wasn't ready to hear it then she wouldn't.
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"I don't want y'to think...." Ren starts and stops. "There ain't nothing wrong with people being....I don't have a problem with it." She didn't hate gay people or anything. But when she was attracted to lads and lasses, it was selfish of her to pick the choice that didn't help the Garou nation. "I just can't pick that choice."
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And he might've been unsure about the danger of touching Ren when she was in this emotionally delicate a situation, but she didn't have the same concern as she leant forward to hug him. Ren was naturally a tactile person.
"I'm sorry I involved you in this shit. It won't ever happen again. I promise."
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"Alright. Next time you show up at my door at 2 am you better have some whiskey on you is all I'm sayin." He gives her a grin and a chuckle, he wasn't about to start drinking at... 3 am now? But it would be nice as an apology for later.
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"Good." He gives her one last squeeze and then lets go, nodding his head towards the door. "Go on, I gotta get some sleep some time." But he smiles when he says it and there's no malice or even annoyance to the words, though he does yawn widely directly after.
"Shit, 'scuse me." He really was tired.
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"Good dreams." She bids as she closes the door behind her.
~Fin~
Then he goes over to grab his tome and get a hold of Caleb. He knows the man had just left, but he's hoping he won't mind coming over to actually stay the night. He needs some cuddles.