Athena.

Shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? It’s a #Naaaaaay, i’d rather be the reason flowers lean in closer. Blue as the morning sky, soft as a sonnet, and twice as dangerous. Exeunt, hair flowing, hearts fumbling ᵕ̈

All that glitters is not gold, some of it is a Pikachu in a forest of whispering flowers. I wandered, I giggled, I posed with a peace sign, and left the poppies blushing at my bold, unrepentant, soft-hearted pride!

Tis the tournament, and i, its devoted maiden, am smitten. I am a Valorant girl, true of aim and fierce of heart, and i do #loooove this tourney more than words may e’er impart. Let spikes be planted, let clutches be won, for i’ll cheer till the final round is done. Yippiee \ö/

“All the city’s a stage,” and i merely wandered on in a leather coat and a lace-trimmed attitude, hair piled high like a crown no one dared to crook. The river glimmered beneath, dark as ink, as if it too wished to write me into verse.

Tis iron in the marrow, root in stone, And I will stand where storms do break, and stay. Thou mayst bring daggers dressed in honeyed words, or smiles that hide the knife behind the teeth. I see thee, serpent in the garden's bloom; Thy sweetest poison findeth no cup here.

Lace at the collar, thorns in the leather, a rose-flushed cheek and a stormy weather. Sweet as a sonnet, sharp as the quill, she’ll steal your heart and be gentle still ( ..❁ )

O, swift is the engine, but swifter the heart, / that flutters like silk where the checkered flags start. / Come, Fortune, and crown her the first to arrive, / for I’d lose every race just to watch her still alive … 𓇢𓆸