#for aimee its forget me nots

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can i offer an odd revive headcannon i have

i like to think revived humans sometimes just grow plants in their hair. And clover has to spend every morning plucking literal clovers out of their hair

started off cute, became a nuisance very fast

[reneeaac]

Petals, Spirits, and Warm Tea

Renee stepped through the doors of Aimee’s seaside inn, taking a deep breath of the salty air mixed with the warm smell of tea and pastries. The café was quiet that afternoon, filled only with soft sunlight streaming through the windows and the gentle hum of the ocean outside. Aimee greeted her with a warm smile, inviting her to a corner table by the window.

Mia was already there, grinning as she sipped her tea. “Took you long enough,” she teased, though there was a twinkle of understanding in her eyes. “Finally off from all that flower arranging?”

Renee managed a small smile. “Yeah... just needed a break, I guess.”

Aimee settled in with them, pouring each a cup of tea and offering a plate of homemade pastries. She always had a way of making people feel at home, like every guest who walked through her inn’s doors had a place there.

They chatted about small things at first, the way friends do when they’re warming up to a deeper conversation. Mia, never one to keep quiet for long, started sharing stories from her job. She described spirits who just wanted to have a chat or ones who lingered around simply because they liked a certain place.

“Like there was this one spirit,” Mia said with a laugh, “who wouldn’t stop hanging around an old bakery because he couldn’t let go of his favorite blueberry muffins. Can you imagine? Sticking around just for a pastry?”

Renee chuckled, though she couldn’t help but feel a spark of something deeper. It was funny, but it was also… kind of beautiful. This spirit held onto something that made him happy, a small piece of his life that meant a lot to him.

Aimee nodded thoughtfully, then shared her own story. “You know, I had this guest a few months back,” she began. “An older woman, here to revisit memories from her younger days. She told me that coming to this inn felt like a journey back in time, back to the person she used to be. It made me realize that this inn is more than just a stop along the way for people. It’s a piece of their story.”

Renee felt a warmth growing in her chest as she listened to her friends. Mia and Aimee both had a way of making the world feel a little bit brighter, a little bit fuller. And here she was, wondering if her flowers could ever mean that much to anyone.

As she took a sip of tea, Renee finally spoke. “You both… have something that gives people comfort. I think I want to do that, too. Not just making pretty arrangements, but something that people can feel connected to. Like a memory, or a story.”

Mia’s eyes sparkled with encouragement. “You already do, Renee. You just need to see it.”

Aimee smiled gently. “Maybe you could create arrangements that are more personal, something that reminds people of someone special or a moment they cherish. I bet people would love that.”

Renee’s face lit up as the idea began to bloom in her mind. She could already picture the kinds of flowers she might use; delicate forget-me-nots for remembrance, cheerful daisies for friendship, soft roses for love. Each arrangement could tell its own story.

By the time they finished their tea, Renee felt lighter, her doubts replaced with a quiet excitement. She had come looking for a break, but she’d found something much more.

As they headed out of the café, Mia clapped a hand on her shoulder. “Next time you make one of those ‘memory bouquets,’ save one for me. You never know, I might need it in my line of work.”

Renee laughed, grateful for friends who understood her heart in ways she hadn’t even understood herself.

And as they walked into the warm glow of the setting sun, Renee knew she was ready to start the next chapter of her story, with a little help from her friends and the memories they shared that day.