For all it had been awhile since he'd proposed to Inakil, Naji was no less excited for the wedding that would happen. Well, that is until recently. The feline attacks had been the major cause of them delaying setting a date, but the seriousness of the situation had not fully been realized by him until the latest attack. Two of his closest friends had been attacked by the damned creatures and because of those fucking felines, he had lost one of those dear friends. Talen had lived, thank Faranth, but he'd been banged up pretty badly. Naji had gone to visit both of them after the attacks. Talen had been awake and talking when he visited, but Esca...It would forever haunt him that his friend didn't get to hear his last words to him. He'd told both Devyn and Cas to call him if they needed anything, but a mere three days after the attack Esca was gone.
Since then, Inakil had done everything he could to console his fiance and Naji loved him all the more for it, but being the sort that was prone to depression, it was unavoidable that he fell into it. However, thanks to his wonderful fiance he no longer dealt with depression with cutting himself, but his alcohol and drug use had gotten worse since the greenhandler's death.
Today he seemed to not be able to shake the depression at all. Normally, he could go on about his day or make himself happier by doing something with Inakil and their day whers. Today he had merely gone through the motions of patrols and duties. Once he got home to their now shared cabin he'd immediately taken a bath. When he came out, towel wrapped around his waist, he'd gone to the couch and laid down on it and didn't bother to put on clothes. After taking a few hits of joy plant, he'd lit a cigarette and tried to enjoy both of those things while he listened to Inakil turning pages of the wedding books he'd gotten.
"Wait, people do that. People are weird."
Curious enough, Naji got up from the couch and moved to look over Inakil's shoulder at the text he was reading. It didn't take long for him to know exactly what Inakil was talking about. "Weird is a nice way of putting it. I'd call it barbaric myself. But then...what's the point in buying a brood mare if you don't know for sure that she has been bred."
He instantly realized his words were rather harsh. "Sorry love. I don't mean to sound so cynical. There is a reason I have never cared for marriages. At least, not the way they are done up north."
He said and then took a seat next to him at their table. His spent smoke he stubbed out in the ash tray he left there. His tiny tin of joy plant he'd tucked into the waist band of his towel while he laid on the couch, so he took that out to take another pinch of. The first one had done nothing for him so far and generally it did. "The idea of marriage, though, I can get behind that. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives and to let the whole world know how devoted I am to you. That part of marriage I like, but this..."
His hand waved over the tombs spread on the table. "Most of this shite isn't for us. There's no dowry to be given, nothing has been arranged, neither of us are virgin...that's for damn sure."
He managed to give Inakil a wink, though he wasn't as suggestive as normal. "I say we do our wedding the way we want to do it and not follow any preconceived notions of what a wedding should look like."