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FFX/X-2: Space
Fandom: Final Fantasy X/X-2
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: He has to go and it's not his fault anyway. Response to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cupcakemonster's The Losing Side.
"I'm going," he tells her, when he wakes up and she's there, and he doesn't give a bit of ground even though she's all there in his space and damn it why do they get to each other like this? She doesn't answer but she's there and that pisses him off more than he can say because by sleeping there in his space she's got some of the advantage, because she could've seen him all open and sleeping.
A boy told him that, once. They'd been out digging, him and a few other boys and he'd been twelve, so young now and almost laughable. The boys had been half-shy half-afraid, and his eye was scary then because he hadn't learned to cover it, and they'd said that when he was asleep they weren't afraid anymore.
So he was vulnerable, asleep.
Rikku wasn't vulnerable. She was a little tiger, all curled up in his bed, coiled-spring energy and he doesn't have the energy to answer back this morning. So he sits down there on the side of the bed and pulls her ponytail, wakes her up and smiles and tries to infuriate her.
She doesn't even wake, damn her, and he's not sure what he's doing anymore or why, except that somehow she has one up on him and he still has to go. His feet are itching for it, because he's seen everything the Al Bhed have to offer and now he wants more.
The words almost stumble out, "I'm sorry" and "I care for you" and maybe even "I love you", because he does, oh, waves of affection and playfulness and all those tender little feelings to make a man's heart ache when he looks at his girl. His girl. He's always thought of her as his, because if he smiled she'd follow, little puppy to master, little bird to the hand that feeds, and he smiles at all that 'til he thinks of the white-hot anger.
"I'm going," he says again, and her sleeping huddle makes it seem like a threat unworthy of him and he grits his teeth and turns to go, and his voice comes from somewhere on high, all condescending and low at the same time. "Maybe if you need a teddy bear to cling to while I'm gone, I could get you one," and he hates himself.
He picks up his eyepatch and puts it on, though he doesn't need to, not at Home, and he thinks about how he'll never take it off now he's going, and that gets all confused in the memory of Rikku touching his scar until he just can't, so he goes.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: He has to go and it's not his fault anyway. Response to
cupcakemonster's The Losing Side."I'm going," he tells her, when he wakes up and she's there, and he doesn't give a bit of ground even though she's all there in his space and damn it why do they get to each other like this? She doesn't answer but she's there and that pisses him off more than he can say because by sleeping there in his space she's got some of the advantage, because she could've seen him all open and sleeping.
A boy told him that, once. They'd been out digging, him and a few other boys and he'd been twelve, so young now and almost laughable. The boys had been half-shy half-afraid, and his eye was scary then because he hadn't learned to cover it, and they'd said that when he was asleep they weren't afraid anymore.
So he was vulnerable, asleep.
Rikku wasn't vulnerable. She was a little tiger, all curled up in his bed, coiled-spring energy and he doesn't have the energy to answer back this morning. So he sits down there on the side of the bed and pulls her ponytail, wakes her up and smiles and tries to infuriate her.
She doesn't even wake, damn her, and he's not sure what he's doing anymore or why, except that somehow she has one up on him and he still has to go. His feet are itching for it, because he's seen everything the Al Bhed have to offer and now he wants more.
The words almost stumble out, "I'm sorry" and "I care for you" and maybe even "I love you", because he does, oh, waves of affection and playfulness and all those tender little feelings to make a man's heart ache when he looks at his girl. His girl. He's always thought of her as his, because if he smiled she'd follow, little puppy to master, little bird to the hand that feeds, and he smiles at all that 'til he thinks of the white-hot anger.
"I'm going," he says again, and her sleeping huddle makes it seem like a threat unworthy of him and he grits his teeth and turns to go, and his voice comes from somewhere on high, all condescending and low at the same time. "Maybe if you need a teddy bear to cling to while I'm gone, I could get you one," and he hates himself.
He picks up his eyepatch and puts it on, though he doesn't need to, not at Home, and he thinks about how he'll never take it off now he's going, and that gets all confused in the memory of Rikku touching his scar until he just can't, so he goes.