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[aburningspirit]

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ONE. list your characters (journal names optional).
TWO. others reply with one of those characters or a pairing for you to write; platonic or romantic is up to you.
THREE. pick five cliché AUs from this list (complete with explanations!), and write something of any length - a sentence, a paragraph, a drabble, or a full-length ficlet, if you'd prefer - for each of those five AUs, involving that character or pairing.

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AU 01 [chibi] (well, this turned out less AU and more AngstU)

[the_visitor]

Being alone is frightening, in a way that the young man can't explain to his tutors. Alkamendies is a good, kind man and it isn't hard to pretend he's like Elloran's father - he's quiet in the same way, and always thinking too much. And its better to find the similarities between them, to draw the conclusion that no, there was never that vision of blood on gold, no knife falling from the god-king's fingers. Its simply that Father went away and gave Elloran to Alkamendies. The horror didn't happen.

But Elloran is to old to believe that. He knows his world is gone, burned and buried, and his father is dead, killed as custom among fallen rulers. But Alkamendies is a fine substitute for a missing father.

There is no replacement for his sister, and that is why he feels the ache. She, who was his other half, the laughter to his silence, the passion to his calm. She's gone, and he may never see her again. Will never see her again, he reminds himself. There is no point in harboring a false hope on that account. Lifetimes have passed during the single jump he made to come here, to Uran S'Varek, at the center of the galaxy. She is probably gone, long dead and hating the Inquest he now serves with every breath in her body.

She was always the passionate sort. But now he cannot even martial even a hint of that fire. Anger would have been acceptable, but he must instead fight back tears. (Inquestors must not cry...) Each time he does, it feels as if his heart freezes, and it hurts a little less, and the loneliness becomes just another part of life, a dull pain that remains ever within him, constant and a necessary reminder that he is, in fact, alive.

He's barely ten years old. Barely even worthy of the title of Inquestor-Who-Is-To-Be. But the eyes that look out from his child's face are cold, ancient, and aching with a loneliness that will never truly cease. Inquestor's Eyes.