who: @sybellaleon . ♡ where: some apothecary that allie works at .
allie has always found plants to be the best mend to her broken heart, and the apothecary is full of them. not all of them pulse with the energy of being alive- allie’s speciality- and, in fact, most of them don’t. most of them are dead, or dried, or plucked from their homes. but the difference doesn’t make it home wasteful. allie hopes it’s like this for her, one day, made to be useful and creating new life with whatever’s left of her, when she goes.
and she’s not smart, but the world of things that live and breathe and grow has always been what she knows. at least at the apothecary, she’s good for something. and, beyond the herbs and the plants and the little vials, allie’s great at talking.
“ welcome in! ” she chirps at the sound of the doorbell’s sweet little greeting. “ i’ll be with you in juust a sec, i’m getting something. ” and, like, trying really hard not to fall as she balances on the tips of her toes and a book, and a chair. “ it’s this sneaky bottle, it keeps hiding from me. ”
