#welcometotheundertaker

welcometotheundertaker

Since they were expecting a baby, Mei-Rin should have not been so surprised when the mortician had proposed to her; but she couldn’t help it. Nevertheless, it was one of the best surprises she had ever got. They would now be a proper family.

At first, they planned the wedding to take place after the baby was born, but the young Earl insisted that they would marry before that happens. Being still his servant, Mei-Rin had to agree. She could understand why he wanted that to happen; right now, her belly was just a bit round, and if she was given a good wedding gown, the others would not even see her pregnancy. The boy did not want to risk his or her own reputation.

That was why with her young Master’s help the wedding was prepared as soon as it was possible, and in a dress about which she could have never dreamt about the maid turned, standing before a tall mirror. All of this for Undertaker. All for the family they would create now.

“No, no, Mister Undertaker, you cannot see the bride before the wedding!” she could hear Lizzy’s voice coming from the corridor; she insisted on helping, and now, as Mei-Rin was ready, she made sure no-one who shouldn’t see her now would enter.

After a short conversation, the mortician decided to leave, it seemed and Mei-Rin couldn’t help but chuckle. Seeing it was the right time for her to go downstairs, she put her veil on and took a deep breath to calm down.

Lizzy helped her downstairs so she wouldn’t trip (she did not wear her glasses, for the day was so important that she had to look beautiful), where Bard was already waiting for her. The room was full of guests, she could hear that, even though she could not remember inviting so many. Glancing at Lizzy, she understood who had done that, and she chuckled.

Feeling Bard’s hand taking her own, she focused her attention once more and let him lead her towards the dancing hall, where the whole ceremony was to be held. By that time, she could already feel tears biting her eyes, and she blinked several times, so she could see her beloved’s figure at the altar. He was there, waiting for her in a suit, with his hair gathered into a silvery ponytail on the back of his head, looking at her.

They were to be one in a moment.

As Bard led her down the aisle, she couldn’t take her eyes off of her love. The sound of the wedding march was barely audible to her, for her heartbeat seemed to be much louder than that.

And before she noticed the way was over, she was already there, with her hand in Undertaker’s hand, hearing his voice formed in a quiet, “You look beautiful.”

The ceremony was not long, but very elegant. And when the priest told them to stand up, they did so. Finny smiled as he walked over to them, holding a little cushion with two bands on it, ready for the vows.

Undertaker was the one to start; his voice was full of love, and so were his eyes, and his whole face. It was obvious, to anyone that sat there, that it was not an arranged or forced marriage. The two loved each other, and everything about them seemed to tell the whole world about that; they simply emanated the love arranged couples lacked. 

Mei-Rin’s voice broke as she recited her own vows, sliding the golden band onto the slender, long finger, looking into the mortician’s eyes. He knew that whatever she said was genuine, just like his own vows. Lizzy sobbed quietly in the first row of chairs hiding her face in a white handkerchief.

Their hearts were beating in unison as their lips met in a kiss that sealed their promise to each other. 

"Great!" Grell exclaimed to no one in particular as he stomped down the sidewalk, or rather.. limped at a fast pace. "Just bloody perfect!"

The redhead's face was set in a scowl, and he was moving fairly rapidly for someone whose gate was hindered. His limp wasn't due to an injury, though it was the cause of his upset. In the reaper's gloved hand he clutched the heel of his right boot, that had only moments before broken off when he leapt from the top of a building.

What was he going to do now?? Not only did he look and feel ridiculous, but his shoe was ruined! And he couldn't very well continue along like this. He had to find some way to make the situation better.  He already considered stopping in on one of the shoe shops located a few blocks over, but truth be told, he wasn't a wealthy reaper, and nearing the end of his pay cycle, it would be another few days yet before he received more financial compensation for his efforts as a reaper.

That is when he realized, he was walking along the same street that the crazy old reaper turned mortician had a shop. The mortician obviously was skilled in wood working, since he built coffins and such. Perhaps he would be able to lend aid.  It was a long shot, but he decided to give it a try.

It was a short walk to the mortician's parlor, and though the sign on the door read 'open', Grell gave a polite knock anyway, before he pushed the door to let himself in.

Seriously though, I’m in love with this dude. Do they have a name? I may well have you develop a full backstory and plotline for this. I’m so sorry.

They do not have a name just yet which is funny cause I've already named the hare lmAO;;; 

welcometotheundertaker

Mei-Rin was exhausted. Truth be told, she dreamt of some break in her work, but she couldn't let herself take any; for now, she had to  earn enough money to pamper the one she loved when he at last arrived. She wasn't sure if he would arrive at all - all she had was her hope and trust she had in him.

Throwing her bag into the corner of the room, she sat down at the desk and turned on the computer, humming something quietly; it must have been the last song she had heard in the pub she worked in. 

Despite her being so tired, she started checking the e-mails she had received. The majority of them were nothing but spam, and she deleted them all before she got to the one she had been dreaming of for the whole day. With a smile on her face, she read through it, then began writing.

I'm so sorry I made you wait today. I have been at work all day and almost all night, and I've just got home. But I have been thinking of you all day, I promise!

Actually, if I were to be completely honest, there's not even one moment I wouldn't spend without thinking of you nowadays. I don't remember the times when I didn't know you, and I don't want them to return. You are my happiness, my love, my everything.

Taking a deep breath, she leant back in her chair, suddenly regretting she hadn't ot herself any tea. But that would postpone the moment of reading his message...

I cannot wait for you to arrive, really. But I'll be patient. I know you haven't promised me anything, and I know you don't even have to arrive, but I wish... I really wish you could. I already am preparing everything for you. I found a nice way of parting one of the rooms so you can have your own here, and you wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

But truly, I'm pretty sure that if you asked me to marry you as soon as you get out of the plane, I would do this without hesitation, so we would need just one room.

You know I'm only teasing you... right?

You are so sweet. Except… I am also Death. I think… Perhaps we might have a problem.

Your handwriting is gorgeous and am so jelly.