Prompt 273: Marry in May, Rue the Day

Undertaker reached into his pockets and retrieved her silver weaponry, his other hand gripping hers. "Index" he worked the ring down her finger, past her knuckle. "Middle" the next ring was gingerly place, "Pinky" the silver haired man worked the smallest ring onto the smallest finger, watching the blush grow on the woman's face.

"This one is special," He knelt down, bowing, on one knee. "A special ring, a special finger, a special lady" he giggled, sliding the ring onto her fourth finger, caressing the knuckles.

Her obvious startle was apparent in her face as the crimson rose to her cheeks. "…No…. This is not okay"

The man laughed, gripping her hand as she tried to turn to leave. "Even if you don't accept, you're welcome to stay lovely."

"Why?" The question probed him.

"You make me laugh. How sad would it be if laughter disappeared…" His grip tightened on her.

"Be honest." She knew he was hiding something.

"I'm being half honest" Chuckles escaped his lips.

"Be fully honest." She was finding herself becoming enchanted by the man before her. She need to know.

"I want to study you…" He pulled her onto her knees, even keel with him. "I want to know what makes you tick, and I would hate to take you apart to do so!" He spoke lovingly.

"On my terms. No funny business. Never probe my mouth for fangs, you'll be pulling back a bloody stump next time." Diamond had lost her mind. Or had she? There was a plan in place. Her jewels would find safety. Even if it meant she needed to stay with the definition of deranged to give them time to do so. The reapers were watching her. She was under the protection of a reaper. An old reaper. He aged like a fine wine, but the scars on his skin told a beautiful story. As long as she stayed in place, her family was safe as she was keeping eyes on her.