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Darktide update Tuesday, Death Stranding 2 Thursday, and Follie Warframe next week.
*cracks knuckles* things are going to get Busy.
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So the Daemon that the Cult of Admonition follows is named Kul'garod?
Interesting.
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◇ Kinkuary Day 24 - Massage ◇
⚜ 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒: Warhammer 40,000 Darktide
⚜ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: F/M - Eirys Enslin (oc)/Kilian Reid (@vossn ’s oc)
⚜ 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: Story rating - E. Tags - Yearning, exhibitionism, smut, public humiliation, begging, public blowjob, deepthroating, degradation, choking, forced cum swallowing, gagging
⚜ 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: It starts innocently enough when Kilian takes Eirys to the local Arbitrator watering hole upon the Mourningstar. She’s just happy to be in his presence, to be included, and when he orders her to massage his shoulders - she thinks nothing of it. Until the conversation between Kilian and his fellow enforcers lead to him wanting to show off just how far Eirys is willing to go to obey him.
⚜ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2,613|AO3
⚜ 𝖆/𝖓: For the @/kinkuary 2026♡ | Got a little bit carried away with this one, but divine wisdom of smut gods have enlightened me
It’s one of those evenings when Kilian feels like socializing. So he dragged Eirys with him, always compliant and always willing to tag along, as long as he wants her company. The Arbites watering hole has been remade from some sort of different room, that’s what Eirys heard, but unable to see, blinded by her psychic visor that Kilian didn’t even have to insist for her to wear for her to immediately do it, prevents her from gleaming any details about the truth of such rumors.
The visor doesn’t leave her entirely in the dark. She can read vitals and heat signatures of those around her. She counts around five, with someone coming and going every so often, probably serving drinks or smokes. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and she sits next to Kilian, taking slow sips from the glass that he thrust in her hand, right before telling her to be quiet and not to bother him.
It’s easy to obey, and as she basks in his presence, the warmth coming off his body as she sits so close to him because there’s almost no space between them, she just smiles to herself and feels content. Yet she senses him being tense, even if thermal vision tells her that he’s laid back on this couch they are sharing, legs widely parted and his helmet discarded. Oh how she wishes to see his face, at least once, but she forbids herself to get carried away by wishes. The time will come when she’s good enough, strong enough, skilled enough for Kilian to reward her at last.
Laughter snaps her from her thoughts and the men gathered seem to share in some joke that she just missed. Eirys puts a smile back on her face, not wanting to feel left out or get shouted at by Kilian for not appreciating it if the joke was his, but he suddenly turns to her and clears his throat after taking a sip of his own drink.
“My shoulders are stiff, Liability.”
He doesn’t need to give a direct order, doesn’t need to explain. Eirys climbs more onto the couch, kneeling by his side, and after setting her half empty glass aside, proceeds to work the sides of Kilian’s neck and the crook of the shoulders. A sound of relief escapes him in the usual gruffness of his voice and she smiles just a little, happy that she’s helping him.
The talk continues as she carries on with the task. Her fingers soon begin to feel sore, both from the effort to knead Kilian’s taunt, strong muscles, but also from an awkward angle, and she barely pays attention to what conversation he is having with his fellow arbitrators. For the time being, Eirys simply lets her fantasies carry her mind. Thoughts of cuddling next to Kilian in the bed, thoughts of holding his hand gently. Thoughts of kissing him, slowly, carefully, and him returning it. Before she even realizes her face begins to blush and Eirys lowers her head to prevent him from seeing it.
“So what’s her name? Surely not Liability.”
“Eirys.” Kilian responds and upon hearing her own name the psyker stiffens, but doesn’t stop massaging Kilian’s neck.
“Eirys, huh?” Another man says and scoffs. She hears him drag on the smoke but does not dare to turn in his direction to find his body’s signature, afraid that Kilian might not approve. “What else she can do? Beyond this, I mean.” There’s a degree of… something in the man’s voice. An intonation that Eirys can’t really pinpoint, but it sounds unpleasant, like honey mixed with poison.
“You should ask what she cannot do.” Kilian chuckles and turns to her. “Get your hands lower.” For just a moment Eirys hesitates, not sure if he means his chest or his thighs. Impatiently, Kilian grabs her wrist and yanks her hand down to his thigh, pulling something with how roughly he does it, making her teeth grit. “Get at it.”
She flushes, with shame for not being fast enough, and then pales with pain as her aching, throbbing wrist makes it difficult for her to massage his thigh, but she continues, managing a small smile. If he’s showing her off to others, that only means he wants to make it clear that she’s with him. The thought makes Eirys happy and her fingers gain enthusiasm that Kilian notices.
“She’s very much willing to do anything I tell her to.” He says and there’s a chuckle that rolls like a wave over the group. The sound of a lighter indicates someone else lights their smoke.
“Anything?” Another voice asks and Kilian’s laugh sounds low, predatory and quiet in a way that she heard him laugh many times before. Not loud and full of joy, but somewhat dark, somewhat… dangerous.
“Anything.” He pauses, taking a drink from his glass. “Eirys, undo my pants.”
She pauses, feeling both shy to disrobe him like that and at the thought of pleasing him in front of everyone, but this time Kilian lets her have this moment and she quickly recovers, undoing his heavy belt, undoing his fly, leaving it open.
“Take it out.”
“Yes, sir.” She whispers, blushing fiercely now, but when her slightly trembling fingers reach into his pants and palm his already hard erection she doesn’t hesitate again, doing exactly as he wishes.
“To the floor, on your knees.”
Eirys slips from the couch without even getting up, dropping to her knees with a dull thud, then she moves before Kilian, finding her spot between his legs. There’s anticipation in her face that Kilian can see only a fraction due to her visor, but that’s enough for him to break into a grin.
“Do you want it, witch?” With free hand he circles thumb and index around the base of his cock and slides to the edge of the couch, nearly bringing the tip of his erection to her lips.
“Yes, sir.” Eirys whispers, barely hearing her own voice, and Kilian clicks his tongue at her.
“Louder, so that everyone clearly hears you.”
“Yes, sir!”
Kilian swings his cock like it’s a treat she needs to earn and the heat signature is enough for her to follow it. A lure that she cannot resist. A promise of pleasing him, of doing a job well, of perhaps even deserving a spot in his bed tonight if he’s glad with her conduct.
“Yessir what, Liability?”
“I-“ Eirys’ throat tightens when she has to use such crude speech, but that’s exactly why Kilian is making her say it. “I want your cock, sir.”
Laughter erupts around her and she blushes again, heavily, feeling her face burn with embarrassment, but she doesn’t pull back. She can even smell him, so close. The scent of the man she would truly do anything for is intoxicating her better than any stimm.
“Do you want to earn it?” Kilian asks and she nods eagerly.
“Yes, sir!”
He grins, even though she doesn’t see it, and leans his cock close to her lips. Despite wanting to surge forward and wrap her mouth around it, Eirys remains still, like a well trained dog.
“Earn it then. Show me how much you want it by not letting even a drop of me go to waste.” Kilian chuckles in that heavy, gruff way and for a moment Eirys doesn’t understand, then realizes when her eyes flick to the floor at her knees and she sees the faintest heat signature of a few drops that have dripped from the tip of his cock.
“Yes, sir!” She responds again and backs up from him just enough to bend down.
There’s another moment of hesitation and she realizes that nobody is speaking or laughing, perhaps not even breathing as they wait for her to show the devotion that Kilian just boasted about, and she’s not about to disappoint him. Sticking out her tongue, Eirys pants gently, feeling herself becoming dizzy, but she obeys and licks the cum droplets off the floor, tasting more than just Kilian but also the dirt and the filth of the rockrete that has seen countless boots since being swept last. She swipes at it with her tongue, repeatedly, until she’s sure there’s nothing left. There’s a chuckle above her, coming from Kilian, that tells that her assessment is correct.
“Good, Eirys, very good.” He says and she straightens her back, blushing not with shame but with delight at pleasing him. A smile on her face betrays the enthusiasm and he reaches out, grabbing her by the jaw. “Did it taste good even if it’s on the floor?”
“Yes, sir!”
Laughter again but this time it only makes her smile a little wider, happier. She’s part of the group. Or at least that’s what she tells herself.
“Good. Do you still want it?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Beg for it then.”
The laughter simmers down into shared chuckles at the spectacle Kilian is putting on with this psyker in his charge, but nobody says anything, far too gone in their cups and in their smokes. One of them wonders if she will do it, if she will beg, and he thinks of seeing her tits, but before he can voice such a request at the man in charge, Eirys voice draws everyone’s attention to the fullest.
“Please, Oppressor Reid, please let me have it. Just a taste. Please…”
The words feel unnatural on Eirys’ tongue and she still tastes cum and dirt on it, but Kilian’s appreciative sigh tells her that she did well. He pushes her face backwards and leans back onto the couch’s backrest, waving a hand at his leaking erection.
“Go ahead then, and hurry, I don’t have patience for your failure tonight.”
It’s like a hound that got permission.
Eirys surges forwards this time, just as she wants to. Her hands grip the insides of Kilian’s thighs and her mouth immediately gets impaled upon his length. She takes it to the hilt, drawing a surprised gasp out of the officer, but he only laughs at her.
“Now that’s an enthusiasm you won’t get from just any whore.” He says to the other arbitrators and they share a laugh, appreciating the truth of it.
“Yes, she’s definitely hungry for cock.” Another says and more laugher erupts, but Eirys doesn’t even listen anymore. She bobs her head, letting her eyes beneath the visor water with the strain of effort, but she knows anything less will make Kilian strike her, perhaps even stop her. She can’t allow it.
“Oh definitely.” Kilian laughs too. “Not entirely useless in a battle as- HEY!”
An open palm hit that Eirys receives to the shaved side of her head makes her nearly release his length from between the lips. She pauses, not sure what she did wrong while her mouth salivates around the erection.
“Careful with the teeth, witch.” He grunts and as she resumes, slowly taking the entirety of him back into her throat, testing to see if he will approve of her this time, is when she suddenly chokes on the cock with surprise. “Don’t pull back.” It’s a warning, and despite wanting to do exactly that, Eirys remains.
Liquor, she can tell by the smell of it, is being poured over her visor, her nose and her mouth that is still filled with his length. Part of it seeps beneath the blinder that she’s wearing and it stings her eyes, making them immediately water.
“Seems not so well trained after all.” Someone jokes and Kilian chuckles.
“Proceed.” He says to Eirys and once she does, immediately, he proposes the empty glass to the man closest to him and gets it refilled with almost no delay. “No, not that well trained, but that’s why I’m her handler.”
Laughter again as Eirys bobs her head and despite the pain in her eyes, she tries to go faster, suck harder, knowing how Kilian likes his tip caressed by her tongue as she does it. Who knows what he will do if she doesn’t perform to his expectation. And disappointing him, just the sheer thought of it, hurts her in ways she does not want to think of. She wants to make him happy, not embarrassed, especially in front of his colleagues.
“You start making me want a psyker of my own.” A man says to Eirys’ left and she blushes with pride, but doesn’t stop. Kilian’s cock throbs in her mouth faster, with his increased heartbeats, and she’s delighted to realize that he’s close despite his outward demeanor.
“Careful, she likes to fuck up plenty to nearly put my ass on fire with the Marshall.” He laughs a breathy laugh and someone whistles. Eirys doesn’t know that the whistle is meant for her.
“Damn, look at her go.”
“Like a machine.” Another arbitrator laughs and she doesn’t know if she can blush any harder but it feels like that. Like all the blood has rushed to her face at the remark.
“Fuck, I’m about to…” Kilian suddenly discards his glass onto the round side table nearby and grabs Eirys’ hair, shoving her face down until her lips rim the very base of his cock.
There’s a grunt above her, a breathy exhale and a hiss through clenched teeth, as Kilian empties himself. To gain more friction, he pulls her by the hair almost all the way off his cock and uses her mouth like a handheld toy once he starts spilling between her lips. First such spurt goes down Eirys’ throat, another remains in her mouth and she nearly chokes on it, trying to pull back and spit it out. Despite feeling drunk with his orgasm, Kilian grins and pulls his cock out before immediately slapping a palm of his other hand over her mouth. She stiffens, not sure what to do next.
“Since you begged me so hard for it, swallow all of it.” He says in a low voice and more whistles are now heard as she struggles to swallow. Her throat clenches and her insides roil after her gag reflex gets triggered by the unexpected rush of liquid. “Go on, Liability, swallow.”
With eyes spilling genuine tears, Eirys finally manages not to drown and swallows Kilian’s cum with two painful, tense gulps. She gags again and her body spasms as if trying to reject it, but with her head trapped between his palms, one at the back of her head and another still over her mouth, she has no choice but to submit to his wishes.
Finally, when it feels like Kilian is satisfied that she has done as instructed, he removes the palm from her mouth and smirks. “Show me. Show everyone.”
Eirys, gasping for air and sobs beginning to shake her body, opens her mouth and shows that she indeed swallowed everything. Kilian grabs her by the hair even firmer, to turn her head to the others as he smiles a sinister smile and tries to catch his breath. “That’s how a good psyker acts.”
With a shy smile Eirys sits at his feet, still blushing, as laughter surrounds her. She chuckles too, although very quietly, feeling like she’s in on the joke. Oblivious to the fact that they are laughing at her and not with her, too distracted by pure joy that she pleased Kilian well. Even the burning of her eyes and the throbbing pain in her throat, the nausea that she feels, is not enough to dampen her happiness. Maybe, one day, if she keeps doing well, he will love her back. Until then – she will try her best.
With excitement, she chuckles again.
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been playing darktide because some friends got into and the gameplay is fun enough but man does the setting grate. it kinda hits that point where it’s satire with only half a layer of irony. like it has this vague idea that of “wow this place sucks huh?” but doesn’t have anything else to say about it. kinda like when a game with aa or aaa budget “satirizes” capitalism by making the Evil Company that Doesn’t Care if you Die. it’s something that once came from a place of parody but is now such a recognized trope and aesthetic that they’re like yeah companies suck and want to kill you. what about it? in the same way that people in 2010s would add zombies to their mobile game cus people like zombies right?
anyways i haven’t engaged with enough wh40k to know if this is just always what it’s like but it FEELS the same, like they’ve internalized their aesthetic to the point where they don’t feel the need to think about it anymore. it’s just lol this place sucks. your boss would love to kill you. here’s some marvel dialogue. hey forget that crap vheck out this BADASS GUN
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I love playing Ansbach on Darktide but psykers are so squishy 😩 (Ik skill issue shush)
Old pic but his fit never changed.
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Been playing ALOT of Darktide recently and I can’t get that FUCKASS BITCH OF A TRAPPER’S voice lines out of my damned head.
“Hello my pretty!”
“Something new for the collection! *Crush The Clown Laugh*”
“Coralling targets!”
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Types of players I’ve seen in Darktide
Braindead Veteran
-Specced into Focus Target; doesn’t ping anything besides a plague ogryn the Zealot has already mostly killed
-Has never thrown a grenade; isn’t starting now
-unlocked Heresy seemingly without ever changing out their starting gear
-At least they are patient
Little Timmy Cadia
-Not yet familiar with the maps and will check every single corner and side passage before moving on because they need Plasteel and Diamantine badly
-actually decent at the game otherwise
-often left behind because nobody looks behind them for some reason
-Poxhound food
Dripped Out Zealot
-Been playing since release
-All knowledge of relic blade combos stored in his muscle memory
-Could solo the mission
-Will have to solo a portion of it because they can’t see their teammates
-Would function Ten Times Better with three guys just like him
-I hope you like waiting for rescue
Worse Zealot
-Visually similar to the Dripped Out Zealot
-none of the skill
-Runs ahead and dies
-Incapable of learning why this happens
-Would be better at ogryn but doesn’t play them because they don’t like how they look
Hive Scum Goober
-Uses a Desperado build they found on Youtube, however:
-Still plays the game identically to Worse Zealout
-Dies faster
-Paid money to die faster
Officer Chudworth
-Worst names for Arbites and their hound you have ever seen
-I don’t have anything else because I just block their asses when I see them in the Mourningstar
Anxiety Psyker
-Standard Telekine Dome/Inferno Staff build
-Tunnel visions in one direction away from the group and gets knocked down by a Rager
-Immediately leaves before anyone can assist
Scronk, the Biggest
-Ogryn
-Worst gear you can imagine
-Still having fun
-Probably having more fun than anyone else
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I’ve a character, her name is Kaiana, and she’s one of those “always angry (quiet) until she’s angry (breaking your limbs)” and it took me forever to figure out what her sexuality is.
Originally I was gonna go ace, but like idk, “oh look she’s ace because she doesn’t have time for sex she’s just angry” feels a bit insuring to my ace siblings.
Then I wanted to make her a lesbian, but like. Oh look. Another tall, angry, muscular lesbian. How original.
THEN I was like “oh she should be pan, because god knows pan people have the stereotype of being big softies and that would maybe help break it” and then I was like “no, it doesn’t really vibe with her, and bi doesn’t fit either.
And then, and then I got my answer. I got the conclusion that was the best.
It doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t change anything in the story. I don’t need to answer the question.
There’s no greater point to this post. I just decided to share that.
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Some up close pics of the new cordoned off area with the scaffolding in the Morningstar. Big “HANGER” sign just like the one above the door to the right of the havoc terminal. Chaos Wastes? Something else? Hmmmmm
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when you’re doing the no man’s land mission, and the song empty walls by serj tankian just happens to play on your metal playlist
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Nice pic of Roxy from a recent mission.
Would look cooler if/when we get a plague doctor outfit for her.
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Dreamed of Darktide (again).
New monstrosity encounters this time.
Leman Russ MBT piloted by the traitors, only damaged by blows to the back.
A giant xeno-serpant, I think brought in by nurgilte Kroot?
New Cult Champion variant?
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Mission was a deep-hive power plant. I was my Vet, I was running the Bolter, but I was always out of ammo.
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I approve of the greed!
11) Is there anything they keep hidden for themselves and refuse to share with the other?
Harald generally has many things he doesn’t just easily come out with but the number one thing he won’t tell anyone is who his biological father is. Ever since he found out as a kid that his father was THE ecclesiarch on Branx Mangna (who also rejected him and his mother and then proceeded to put a bounty on his head for existing) he wants to leave that behind him. No one knows, not even Moggy.
On the other hand, Moggy doesn’t hide things (besides their very relationship). Many thing she can’t even hide because her thoughts are super loud to Harald. E.g. she tries to play it cool with how insanely into him she is but it does not work at all, haha.
18) How do they disturb or challenge each other?
Through their world views mostly. Moggy is very “embrace life to the fullest”, “rise to the challenge”, “for the emperor” etc. and Harald is not that. When they do get into talking about their world views/faith, the discussion can get very heated.
30) In what ways do they inspire one another?
Moggy inspires Harald greatly with her courage and trust in the good. Her unshakable will put him on a stronger path to endure and rise above.
On the other hand Harald inspires Moggy with his drive to be unapolagetically himself as well as his smarts which gets Moggy to learn more about things around her.
36) Do they believe they are worthy of the other’s love or not and why is that?
While Moggy does wholeheartedly believe that she is worthy of Harald’s love because of her trust and self confidence, Harald does often not believe that he is worthy of her love. He has been hurt too often in live and tends to mistrust good things, like they are about to be taken away from or tainted by him at any moment. Moggy is sometimes too good to be true to him, which is why he needs a lot of assurance from her.
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BIG Harald Moggy order! :O
5) What visions or hopes do they have for their relationship?
Currently their hope for their relationship is to be able to keep being together for a while longer. Harald’s vision would be to take Moggy and leave together to build sth up somewhere far away. Moggy’s vision is to stay but be able to be together with Harald openly without fear of rejection from others.
12) Would you consider them to be functional or dysfunctional?
They worked themselves up to be quite functional considering their circumstances. They still have a lot of hurdles to face just giving their contrasting character but they are definitely not dysfunctional. Maybe functional but chaotic rather, haha.
14) Did they ever have to sacrifice for their relationship and what was their sacrifice?
At the moment Moggy didn’t really have to sacrifice anything besides honesty maybe. If their relationship would be public, she might be confronted with the fact that the other Zealots in her life will distance themselves from her to say it nicely, which would hurt her a lot too. She thinks she can just make them understand.
Harald sacrificed his guard he held up and, not only with Moggy but also his Siblings, his promise to himself to never get close to other people again at the fear of pain and disappointment. For now he’s rewarded for that sacrifice but it comes with other problems. Cause now he cares again.
22) What is the one thing they would change about their partner and the one thing they would keep?
Harald is not really warming up to Moggy’s tempered but still present fanaticism, not because it endangers him but because she endangers herself by throwing herself at the missions on Atoma with fervor. He still wants to escape somehow, Moggy doesn’t. The one thing he would keep about her is her kindness and openess towards every living thing that even transcends her zealotry. Her passion for life gave him back that living is not pain and drugery but sth to enjoy.
Moggy isn’t the type to necessairly seek change in others. She’d appreciate if Harald would slow down with running his mouth. Mostly because she’s worried he’ll be shot dead because of it at some point. Then again his sharp tongue is what drew her to him, so she can’t really argue with it. The thing she would keep is Harald’s secret, not so secret thoughtfulness and his clever and creative mind. She is very amazed at his talents and finds it very endearing when he enjoys the peace to make music or tells her all the little things he knows.
35) How do you think their childhood or the relationship they witnessed while growing up affect their own relationship?
They definitely affected them A LOT. Moggy has not had a relationship before Harald. Her early childhood has been very loving until it got ripped away, leading to her survival mode era, so everything is now very exciting and scary and fun but also confusing.
Harald on the other hand has been hurt by people or loss so much he has completely closed off his heart and could only slowly warm up, with Moggy’s very open and “matter of fact” attitude putting quite the crack into his ice wall.
It’s the reason why they took so long to get together in the first place. Absolute slow burn and whenever they would be close to having a moment, Moggy would go overload, Harald would sense it and go overload passively making him stressed, Moggy doesn’t know how to express these new feelings leading to her brash temper, maybe an outburst and Harald guarding up, lashing out, both leaving confused, angered or not. Once they actually managed to communicate properly when things got serious, they discovered and rediscovered what a relationship like that means.
45) How are they different when they are with each other than when they are with everyone else?
Moggy can be quite flustered and sometimes even a bit bashful when with Harald because this whole relationship thing is quite new to her and he knows how to flirt well lmao.
While Harald, who is quite caring with his Siblings, shows another type of care for Moggy. He’s more relaxed in a way.
Otherwise both are still the same, haha, stoic, know it all doofuses.
51) What is a boundary in the relationship that they would never cross?
I mentioned before the issues they have with each other’s approach to faith in the Imperium of Man and the God Emperor. While they quarrel about it sometimes, they are not making demands of each other to change their ways radically. Mostly because both are learning that they just can’t change each others mind by force like life taught them, of fear or rather knowledge of loosing the other in the process. Conversation is what got them close, conversation is what will keep them together.
Furthermore they’re both very sensitive about other people’s thoughts and emotions. Harald because of his Psyker powers, Moggy because of a little bit of the same (latent Psyker) and her instincts. Moggy understands not to pry Harald about things he doesn’t want to talk about. If he’s ready, he will come to her. Harald knows not to push their (especially physical) relationship at a pace that would seem natural to anyone else, especially in the fast lived lifes in 40k, since it makes Moggy uncomfortable.