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alrighty-roo ive decided it is time to finally finally dabble in writing (again after years.)

its about my current hyperfixation *Homelander*

im only a paragraph in and i would love love love to know if someone would like to read over this teensy little paragraph for me, help me make sure it makes sense n'such

please, hit me up if so i beg

He  wasn’t  hired  because  he  could  ward  a  door  or  a  desk  or  whatever  else  piece  of  mass  -  produced  furniture  he  thought  needed  the  lockdown.    No,    that  would  go  against  the  shiny  and  new  company  policy  that  Allison  passed  through  minimal  hands  to  accommodate  Argent  International’s  shiny  and  new  facelift.    It’s  those  wards  he  can  construct  around  thousands  of  years  of  information,    including  but  not  limited  to  the  very  unsavory  family  history  that  hangs  around  her  neck  every  day,    that  dragged  him  into  this.

It  was  Adelaide  who  pointed  him  out.    ❝    You  know  you  have  an  enchanter  in  your  IT  department,    ❞  she’d  said  in  that  same  tone  she  takes  when  she  wants  to  talk  about  a  vibrant  red  she  got  from  Tuscany.    That  is  to  say,    she  always  wants  to  talk  about  the  vibrant  red.

❝    Enchanter?    What,    like  a  witch?    ❞  Like  you,    goes  unspoken.

Aunt  Adelaide  had  been  two  glasses  into  a  very  non  -  vibrant  red,    but  there  was  no  questioning  the  clarity  in  her  eyes  when  she  smirked  knowingly.    ❝    No,    Marcheline.    Not  like  me  at  all.    ❞  Very  helpful.

Now,    Allison’s  fresh  off  an  overnight  flight  from  Nice  that  she  worked  all  the  way  through.    She  doesn’t  look  it.    Sat  across  from  this  supposed  enchanter,    she  looks  every  inch  the  nepo  business  mogul.    No  one  can  claim  she  wasn’t  born  for  the  role  though.    Allison  sits  forward  in  her  seat  and  regards  her  eight  A.M.  with  equal  parts  easy  affability  and  cool  reserve.    He  blinks;    she  does  after  a  contemplative  pause.    ❝    Intentionally.    ❞  If  she’s  alarmed,    she  doesn’t  appear  to  be  so.    ❝    Aren’t  all  cybersecurity  attacks  intentional?    Unless  you’re  suggesting  that  someone  on  our  team  wants  to  play  both  sides.    ❞

@queenwolf

i'm careful. even with the dark army gone, i still keep wards on my door—twelve, arranged in four neat rows of three. and even here, at this temp cybersecurity job, i do the same thing. wards pasted on the underside of my desk. leon's here for a job for a few months, so i found work.

everyone's heard about the argent family. a few google searches told me everything i needed to know. major company, arms dealing recently discontinued. as if you can just stop being a milder lockheed martin overnight. you'll need more than that to clean it all up.

i guess i'm technically part of that cleanup now, even if i'm here to monitor for all the bad shit. like before, with the last corporate job. you saw. rehabilitating a company as if that's even really possible. but when i find an obvious hole in security, i patch it. and when i find a hole that was put there by someone else, i report it. as expected.

which is why i'm here, in allison argent's office, awkward and uncomfortable. i hate the feel of the uniform against my skin. my weight shifts, one foot to the other. where do i even start? at the basics, i guess. "i think someone intentionally left a hole in your security." i blink. that probably made it sound dire. "i found it during my audit. think i caught it before they planted a rootkit." fuck. i'm talking on too high of a level. ".... so, no malware yet. i've started patching it, but it was via internal access."