Her voice was deep, sultry, with subtle inflections that kept it from being monotone. It was never raised, never fraught, never excited. She made up for it in the fevor of battle, swinging her sword almost wildly, red eyes glinting and brow furrowed as she tried to make up for repressed emotions. Explosion seemed to be imminent, but somehow, she remained collected.
Her voice was bubbly. Melodramatic and high pitched, there was hardly a moment when there wasn't emotion. She laughed easily, cried easily, and yelled easily. But when she wasn't thinking about her giggly mask, her voice took on a soft, warm quality, and it was clear that she cared more about her teammates and friends then she did about life itself. And in battle, she was calculating, cold, and monotone. Her swirled pupils gave the only indicator she was still herself when fiends struck.
They fed into each other when they spoke, one becoming more emotional, more aware, and the other calmed, speaking slowly and quietly—as much as she could. Eventually, they would reach a point of profound silence, and be content to just sit and look at each other, and wonder how their masks had slipped. Wonder if it was too late to put it back on. Silver hair would brush blonde braids as two cherry soft lips met, and they'd scurry away after, cursing themselves for letting it get too far. But a question was always on their minds—did she like it?
It wasn't until a third voice entered, a sweet, enthusiastic one. A voice that wasn't sure if it should let loose and allow emotion to swallow it, or control, take a professional quality. As time wore on, the voice became louder, more insistent, but more excited. Happier. This voice swirled with the deepest one, leaving giggles and drama behind to laugh with herself.
But asleep in a flying ship, Rikku would await the arrival of the sexiest voice she knew, and its speaker, Paine. And the sounds they made would twine together and make the most perfect song.