#Andromeda Six and all the wonderful characters in the visual novel belong to Wanderlust Games!

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So i finally wrote out the tiny ficlet that goes with this doodle. (Its been SO LONG since I've written even fanfic)

"Alone" (posted on Ao3)

Also posting this here for those who do not wish to read on Ao3. Under the cut!

Tiriza stared out of the window of her room, settled on the still made bed. The kitalphanite music box Damon had returned her only a few short hours prior was gripped loosely in her hand. The young half-Tilarri hadn’t moved much since the aloof second-in-command had left. Sleep had proven to be just as elusive as her past apparently. She’d tried, more than once, but had given up once the clock clicked past three am. It was nearly five now. The haunting, sad melody of her music box still echoed distantly in her mind. It was the memory of the music that kept her awake, she knew. There’d been one point which she’d been on the precipice of sleep…and a voice as hauntingly familiar as the music box had snapped her back into wakefulness.  This music box was more than a very expensive fancy trinket. That much was obvious by the way it evoked such strong and powerful emotions within her. There was a strong attachment about it… And yet, she couldn’t remember anything. Only her first name. Damon’s question of whether she wanted to remember drifted through her mind and not for the first time either. Did she want to remember? Would it be better to simply let what was lost, remain lost? Start over? This music box, the nearly overwhelming emotions it evoked in her…is it all tied to a past with nothing worth remembering?  Damon had mentioned wondering if she’d been a thief because of the trinket. Kitalphanite was rare, even more so now that the planet was no longer in existence. But would a thief have such strong emotions, familiarity tied to a trinket they’d stolen? Perhaps she was a thief… Or worse… But the music box meant something to her. Tiriza sighed, her gaze moving from the window down to the music box.  Did she want to remember? Even if the past was, as Damon put it, so fucked up, one would prefer to forget? She didn’t know. But she did know that this music box was tied to something so profound, so important that it made her heart and very soul ache. She had to remember, whether she wanted to or not.

Memories, even painful ones, would be better than the utter loneliness that had wrapped around her like a think shroud from the moment she’d opened her eyes on Andromeda Six.

Strangely enough, she felt all too used to the feeling of being alone and she instinctively knew she despised it.

No one should ever have to be alone.

Okay so @wanderlust-games had their Andromedatober prompt thing up for this month.

and naturally im late.... Like its the 29th.

So... Here's my one thing for it XD Alone, which was like Day 1. (Left the sketch in it cuz i liked how it looked FYI xD)