Last time, Thread fell on the Southern Continent, but its effect was entirely blunted through processes not yet completely understood. This only added to F’lar’s worries that everything was spinning out of his control.
Dragonquest, Chapter IX: Content Notes: Rape
Chapter IX is, mercifully, short. That said, please consider your own health and spoons before proceeding.
Chapter IX returns us to F’nor, still healing, but now very interested in how the vegetation survives Threadfall so robustly and also interested in the various philosophical differences between Hold, Craft, and Weyr.
Weyrmen insisted they were superior to commoners even while they consistently exhibited the same appetites as other men for material possessions and nubile women. Yet they did indeed refute the Crafter contention that dragonriding was a skill no more exacting than any craft on Pern, for in no other craft did a man risk his life as a matter of course.
Except, of course, when Thread falls. Or if one is working with agenothree, or Fandarel’s chemical reactions, or is mining firestone. Our many other crafts that pose a risk to life.
F’nor raises to contemplate the idea of death for himself or Canth, and is summoned by Brekke for a checkup. Which leads to Brekke complaining about the feeling that violent upheaval is coming – not a mating flight, though.
“It’s just that everything is going away – disorienting, changing…”
“Is that all? Didn’t I hear you suggesting a minor change our two? Letting a girl Impress a fighting dragon? Handing out fire-lizards to placate the common mass?”
“That’s change. I’m taking about a disorientation, a violent upheaval…”
Something in her candid gaze disturbed him deeply.
F’nor again tries to get her to accept outside bronzes for Wirenth, which Brekke rejects, again, and F’nor expresses his irritation that she’s not fighting for herself. Brekke gives F’nor a withering look as he recites her virtues, and then finishes his sentence for him.
“Useful, worthwhile, wholesome, capable, dependable, the list is categoric, F’nor, I know the whole litany…I know what I am.”
To erase that self-deprecation, to make amends for his own maladroitness, F’nor leaned across the table to kiss her on the lips.
First and foremost, no matter how intimate you are with someone, a kiss is not an apology. Especially without any context, like maybe, apologizing.
Second, F’nor, Brekke is giving you “back off” signals. Back off.
The narrative, on the other hand, has other ideas. He only meant the kiss as an apology, but Brekke leans in to it, and into him, wholeheartedly. The innocence trips F’nor’s radar and he correctly surmises that Brekke is still a virgin, and that she’s been letting everyone assume T’bor has had sex with her on Wirenth’s mating flights. You see, she loves F’nor, ever since he came for her on the search for queen candidates, and she didn’t know that only bronzes get to fly queens, so she had been saving herself for him.
F’nor makes a hash of it, blithely assuming that Brekke will adapt to Weyr culture’s more sexually libertine attitudes.
“I’m not weyrbred. I don’t have that kind of – of – wantonness in my nature. I’m – I’m inhibited. There! I said it. I’m inhibited, and I’m afraid I’ll inhibit Wirenth….I never saw any man I wanted to – to have -…Not that way. Not until I saw you. I don’t want any other man to possess me.”
F’nor takes this idea into account, thinks about the Southern riders, and decides that he’s going to take Brekke before they can, thinking they’ll brutalize her.
Last chance. After this, it’s triggers all the way down.
He held her tightly as she seemed to shrink with revulsion from him as well as the imminent event….Still holding her, he carried her out of the weyrhold, smothering her protest against his chest as she realized his intention….He wanted to be gentle, but unaccountably, Brekke fought him. She pleaded with him, crying out wildly that they’d rouse the sleeping Wirenth.He wasn’t gentle but he was thorough, and, in the end, Brekke astounded him with a surrender as passionate as if her dragon had been involved.
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(Also, the original Simpsons of the following clip involving a large profanity – this one uses Bleach characters instead – Homer: (angry monotone voice) Kids, could you step outside for a sec?
(Bart and Lisa run out of the room)
(Homer takes a deep breath, then shouts) FU-
(Homer’s profanity is cut off by a pipe organ. Shocked neighbors look in the Simpsons house)
Ned Flanders: Dear Lord, that’s the loudest profanity I ever heard!)
Fuck you, F’nor. Fuck you and your brother and your rape culture and your rapist behavior. I want new protagonists right fucking now.
Brekke gave F’nor all the back the ever loving fuck off signals he needed to avoid this choice. To be that dragonman that she adored and feel in love with. So now, he’s broken her image of him as the perfect gentleman, he’s raped her for her first time, and even by his own admission, he wasn’t gentle about it, either. Rather than send him off to die by having Thread eat him alive, the narrative will deliver it’s promised punishment to Brekke by having her stay in love and stay with him. We can already see the hints in this – F’nor is now ready to break with tradition (tradition. *spit*) and have Canth participate in Wirenth’s mating fight. So that he can keep Brekke to himself.
And he uses every underhanded trick he’s learned from “a hundred causal encounters” to seduce her again and bring her over to his way of thinking by exciting her body.
The last few pages of the chapter is Kylara finding renewed purpose in her quest for revenge…and adding F’nor and Brekke too her revenge list by discovering their love nest without being seen. Because clearly F’nor should be sleeping with pretty Kylara instead of plain Brekke.
Fuck. This is only going to get worse, isn’t it.