we happy few.

Charmed | Powers | Piper | Freezing

“I panic, I put up both hands, and bad things tend to freeze.”

Charmed | Powers | Piper | Molecular Combustion

“My hands are lethal weapons.”

Feel free to alter dialogue to suit your muse!

“That really spooked you.” 

“I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.” 

“Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?” 

“Does this happen a lot?” 

“Hey, what happened between you two?” 

“When is the last time you ate?”

“Is this okay?” 

“Hey.” 

“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?” 

“[Name]?” 

“What did he/she/they do?” 

“This … hurts you.” 

“You don’t feel safe, here.” 

“When you look at [trigger], you… what is that?” 

“What can I do?” 

“You were crying in your sleep.” 

“What do you dream about?” 

“Whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. What is it?” 

“You’re right, I don’t understand, yet. Will you help me?” 

“Should I leave a light on for you?” 

“I brought you some water.” 

“I won’t judge you.” 

“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.” 

“Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? One, two, three, four…” 

“I’m here.” 

“Talk to me.” 

“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” 

“Let me hold your hair back, at least.” 

do they drive? if so, do they enjoy driving or do they hate it? or somewhere in between?

if they drive, where is their favorite location to drive to?

if they drive, do they own a vehicle? if so, what make and model?

what bumper stickers do they have on their car?

what paintings and/or posters are on their walls?

what is a song they listen to with the windows rolled down, turned all the way up, on the highway?

is there an artform they've always wanted to try (glassblowing, woodworking, painting, ect) but never have? if so, what about that artform speaks to them?

what time of day do they usually start getting sleepy?

do they catch a second wind? if so, what is their method for catching it (napping, drinking coffee, exercising, ect)?

are they a nap person? if so, how long are their naps? do they set a 20 minute timer and wake up before it? or set no timer and wake up in the middle of the night?

what is the most obscure book they've read?

what is a book that interested them so much they took it with them to the bathroom?

what did the air smell like during their childhood?

what is a core memory from their childhood that they look back on fondly and for comfort?

when was the last time they were held, and truly held, for several minutes? who was it with?

do they meditate? if not, have they ever tried? how did it go?

how many pennies and quarters do they have in their couch?

how dusty is their home? spotless, lived-in, dust bunny haven?

what is their favorite chocolate bar?

do they like their brownies fudgy or cakey? or not at all, and only want the crusts?

whats that one weird food combination that everyone else thinks is gross but they think is delicious?

where do they put their shoes when they come home from a long day?

after a vacation, do they immediately unpack or slowly retrieve items from their suitcase until its empty?

how often do they do self-reflection?

are they more afraid of being alone with themselves or with others?

have they ever had a near death experience? if so, what was it?

out of all the subjects in school, which was their favorite? which one did they excel at?

how many alarms do they have set on their phone? what is their alarm ringtone?

do they fart in front of other people? or do they hide their farts?

do they have to see any specialist doctors? if so, do they have a strong bond with their doctor or do they dislike them?

what is their favorite seasoning?

what is their favorite sauce?

how spicy is spicy for them? (pepper, jalepeno, ghost pepper, ect)

how long do they let the dishes go unwashed?

how much laundry do they accumulate before doing it?

* OLD GUARD VERSE .

april 15, 1912  –  a day known to most as the day over a thousand lives were lost, but a day known to anne sumpter as a day of  rebirth. 

at the tender age of twenty-six, the sweet girl had found herself gifted with the trip of a  lifetime.  third class, but just as grateful and joyous as those in first class  (  and three times as  radiant  ), the young women boarded the unsinkable, infamous  titanic, ready to head over to america for an opportunity at a new life. to this day she’ll never forget the beauty of the enormous vessel ; fresh linens, shiny new door knobs, beautiful decks, and the smell of the open water. she posed alongside her brother, following him around like any well trained women  should, simply for the fact that it allowed her farther access around the ship. oh, the fun they had – it simply couldn’t be matched. the trouble, the dancing, the drinking ; they wreaked havoc in their own little world with the utmost purity. enjoying yourself shouldn’t have been a sin, but in some ways it  was  when you were anything below first class, and especially if you were a  woman.

their departure on the twelfth was a celebratory one, and their few days in their small paradise were cut short the night the ship collided with an iceberg. able to escape to the top, they found themselves last in line for the option of a lifeboat.  there aren’t enough,  she remembers telling her brother, and the fear in his eyes was something she wasn’t used to  seeing. he was strong, stoic, not much  phased  him, but this? this was pure mortification, even more so as the night went on. their decision ultimately came to jumping or staying on the ship, risking being pulled down as it went beneath the chilling waters. 

they  jumped.

small bits of debris floated, scattered across the surface of the ocean, and they both did their best to keep each other warm and  afloat. she could feel herself drifting as time went on, and the horrible realization that her brother had already succumbed to the bitter cold nearly drove her to madness. her voice was nearly shot, but sobs shattered the silence around them, hands desperately grasping onto him, searching for any way to  wake  him.  there was nothing to be done.

hours passed, and still no one to their rescue. though, by this time, the woman was only alive by sheer  will. her body hoisted over a hunk of wood, it was the only thing keeping her afloat by the time another hour passed, and she drifted into the nothingness, along with her brother. only, unlike the stories their parents would tell them when they were younger about waking up at the throne of God, she would wake up in a mass  grave. more importantly than that, she would wake up on  land.

it was april 16th, 1912, that annabelle elizabeth sumpter realized something: she is  immortal.  the even  more  mortifying truth?  her brother  wasn’t, and he was  gone. 

THE LAST OF US  /  THE LAST OF US II VERSE.

                  endure & survive..

[ last of us part I set ]:  always headstrong, willing to do what she believes is right, even if those close to her see otherwise, anne joins the fireflies. she sees them not as terrorists, but as a means to an end. the government, what’s left of it – if you can even call  them that –  they’re gunning down those who were once her people in the  streets, making others go  hungry.  she wants to stop it, she wants to be part of a greater cause. she believes the fireflies have the answers, the means to bringing this world back to something more stable. her brother, brian, doesn’t have much of an opinion. he only knows one thing: they need shelter, and people who at least act like they give a damn about them. 

anne trains with a man named jerry anderson to become a medic, given she knows a bit about the medical world already ( she worked in a doctor’s office before everything went to shit, as well as being in and out of the hospital throughout her life ; she picks up on it all very fast ). she trains along side a woman named mel, and becomes rather fond of jerry’s daughter, abby. 

when marlene brings word of a girl, one who could save the  entire  human race with her immunity, a means to a  cure  – she’s ecstatic. what she doesn’t understand at first (  though she quickly picks up on  )  is what it means for the little girl who’s carrying this weight. it’s a weight, but it’s such a  gift, all the same. this is when she becomes torn. her brother, who has become a soldier, a protector of their world, is quick to default to his old ways. disobedient, defiant  –  it’s a  child, even if she is the cure to everything that’s plagued them for years. she should at least have a choice, he believes. 

the difference between anne and her brother is this: she isn’t one for violence. she likes to talk it out, come up with an alternate solution, some kind of compromise. “we should talk to her, jerry,”  she suggests, “we should ask her what she wants– we should at least let her know,”  she pleads. but it’s jerry’s daughter, abby, that ultimately seems to persuade him. “if it was me, i’d want you to do it.” anne can’t necessarily disagree. 

[ the last of us part II set ]:  the murder of her mentor, jerry, hits her hard. even more than that, the change she sees happening in abby begins to break her heart. this girl she’s known since she was young, turning into this person who is dead set on one thing: revenge. it’s crushing, and no matter how hard she tries to persuade her from it, she’s stuck with her own internal struggle of putting herself in her shoes. if it was brian, her brother, she would be desperate for blood. yet, at the same time, she is able to understand the side of this smuggler who has come in and killed a countless number of her friends. if it was her child, she’d do just the same, no matter if she could be the thing that saves all of them.