fragile; Rikku/Yuna pre-slash, PG, 483 words.
Rikku isn't asleep but she still dreams, curled up beneath a blanket, shivering in the Macalania temperatures. She dreams in desperation, picturing miracle after miracle hovering on the horizon but never coming true. Eventually she climbs out of bed silently and slips her top over her head, over her underwear, not bothering with her shorts.
As she tiptoes down the corridor, the only sound that breaks the silence is Wakka’s snoring coming through the wall. She only opens the door a crack, peering into the darkness, conscious of the way the door is creaking in her hand, but -
"Rikku?" Yuna whispers, and doesn't sound surprised.
"I'm sorry, Yunie, I just wanted to check you were okay -"
"I'm glad you came," Yuna says, and Rikku thinks she sounds sad, somehow. She takes a few hesitant steps into the room, trying to make out Yuna's expression.
"Rikku, you must be freezing!" Yuna gasps. "Come here, we can keep each other warm."
Yuna lifts the quilt and Rikku gratefully hops into the bed. "I'm not cramping you, am I?"
"Not at all."
Rikku knows Yuna never has a bad word to say to anybody, so she moves over slightly anyway. They lie in silence for a little while - comfortable silence that Rikku hates having to break.
“Yunie… you’re not… going to say yes to Seymour, are you?”
“I don’t know.”
“He’s just… there’s something about him, you know? Something I don’t like.”
There is a pause, and then Yuna says, “I know what you mean.”
“So why would you want to marry him?” There is another pause, and then Rikku feels a wave of guilt wash over her. “I’m sorry, Yunie, this is your decision. I’m being selfish, I know. I’ll shut up.”
“Don’t shut up,” Yuna whispers, and Rikku wonders if she’s just being nice again. “I like your company."
"And I like yours, Yunie," Rikku says, unable to hold back. "But I've only known you for a couple of days before you're going to go away!"
"I'll come back again, Rikku," Yuna sounds worried, now, and Rikku bites her lip. "After the… wedding," her voice sounds fragile as she says the word; "I will continue my pilgrimage."
"But," Rikku fights with herself to get the words out, "at the end of the pilgrimage… at Zanakand… you'll…"
Rikku feels Yuna's arms come around her, hands brushing her waist. "I know," Yuna says, softly. "But it's the only way I can find to save Spira."
"You can't just give in to Yevon," Rikku manages, running out of words. She rests her head on Yuna's shoulder, trying to hide her tears. "There has to be something else."
"If you think of another way, Rikku, let me know." Rikku feels Yuna kiss the top of her head, and knows that if she can't rescue Yuna before it's too late, she might as well die too.