Names
Disclaimer: I do not own D-Grayman, Tomb Raider, Jurassic Park/World or any other fandom that will appear in this crossover fanfiction in any way, shape, or form. I also do not own any forms or references of media that are peppered throughout the story either. I do, however, own my original characters and writings, unless otherwise stated.
Full Summary: Half the time, Ash doesn't seem to like cooperating with Allen. He thinks she's trying. He can't quite tell if she's succeeded half the time. Relationships are hard. A series of word prompts and drabbles revolving around the mainly strained, sometimes relaxed, but mostly odd relationship between Allen and Ash that didn't quite make the cut for the main story line of 'Left Behind.'
Notes: As it says in the full summary, a series of drabbles and word prompts and whatnot that just didn't quite make the cut, but are important enough, in small ways, regarding the relationship, character development, and world building for Left Behind.
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He tried thinking of a name for the woman. He really did.
…sometimes. Admittedly, it wasn't really at the forefront of his thoughts half the time. He was mainly concerned with understanding her. This island. His own fate. Mostly.
At times when he thought of what to call her, usually it was in the form of unflattering, unspoken nicknames. "Grump" was usually at the top of the list. "Wolf" was another, if only due to her wolfish features. Neither were fitting enough. He briefly entertained the designation of "Sparky" or "Ember" but neither seemed to fit her well, either.
He even thought of calling her the "Dinosaur Whisperer" up until he found that she didn't have a complete sway over every species on the island. Just a very small select few actually listened to her.
I was never all that good with names, he thought on more than one occasion. The weeks dragged on and he still had nothing to call her.
And then it came to him on the night they held a funeral for the nameless poor soul whom she had tried so hard to save and failed.
Ash.
It was simple and easy and she seemed to except it fine enough. Approved of it, even. She was always covered in the stuff, when she worked the fires, coaxed them to life, kept them alive. It clung to her clothes, her skin, her hair. She was shrouded in the scent of wood smoke.
It was fitting, in more ways than he could count.