<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong> Sunday, January 5th - 8:15 PM </strong></span><br/><em>Tia’s Bedroom</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/TiaScreenshot_2020-04-15_15.22.20.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Tia Hernandez<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong><br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Drink and Girl Talk<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>None<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marley, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>At the word “Look” Tia raised an eyebrow but said nothing.  She lounged against the well-used couch, found in an old furniture warehouse. It had some patches here and there where Tia had needed to repair it and one of the back legs was a stack of old magazines, but it was big and mushy and Tia was rather fond of it.  She watched Marley as she settled into the couch and did something not everyone seemed to do in these days of survival.  She listened.  Listened and sipped at her wine.   She wasn’t mad.  If fact she felt rather guilty about the way she had acted.  It was hardly Marley’s fault that Kesi was dead, nor was it her fault that she couldn’t die.  Everyone with abilities had faced at the very least the jealousy that Tia had tossed Marley’s way and at worst abject hatred for being different.  When Marley paused Tia waved a hand in the air as she had just taken a sip of wine and was trying to swallow.  When she finished it she was shaking her head.<br/><br/>“No work talk.” She said chiding but not in a bitchy sort of way. “And you have nothing to apologize for.” Tia added with a bit of a heavy sigh.  “I am sorry that I power shamed you.  I shouldn’t have.  It has been a year since<strong>Kesi</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Kesi.png) died and it still hurts, but you shouldn’t have to walk around on eggshells with me or anyone about your ability and if you want to talk about it.  I am here.” Tia wanted Marley to understand that.  It had been a bad moment for her, but how she reacted today wasn’t HER.  There were many questions Tia had about Marley’s ability, but she didn’t want to sit here and interrogate the pretty woman.  She would let Marley talk about it as much as she wanted.<br/><br/>“Kesi and I used to do this a lot.” Tia offered. She rarely talked in detail about Kesi with anyone. Most knew she had been married and many knew Kesi’s name, but that was about it.  Tia never really thought about why that was.  Maybe it was the wine but she thought if Marley wanted to talk honestly about something so personal as her powers then she could open up too.<br/><br/>“I think we started it before we were even dating.” Tia mused, her mind going to the ramshackled village they had spent a year in in Cambodia on Tia’s first tour in the Corp.  They, and the rest of the volunteers had sat around drinking Sraa Tram, a traditional fermented rice wine liqueur infused with coconut and pineapple, after a long day of building their huts.  “It’s nice having someone to share a drink with again.  It hasn’t felt the same doing it alone,” she admitted. “So thank you for joining me.” Taking another drink and setting her glass down for a refill.  She hadn’t finished the glass off but felt the need to do something with her hands while she talked.  Once done and sure her throat wasn’t going to catch from the well of emotions that came with thoughts of Kesi. Tia settled back into the couch and wrapped her loose robe around her curvaceous form, letting slightly misty eyes fall onto Marley. .<br/><br/>“I guess I was so adamant about not wanting you to die because I have already had someone I care about die in front of me. I don’t want to have that happen ever again.” In the months since she had become a part of the Cathedral, Tia had come to admire and respect Marley and yes even care about her. It wasn’t a structured feeling.  She didn’t worship her like Kaine and wasn’t enthralled with her like Eric.  It was ephemeral.  An admiration and attraction that tugged at Tia’s attentions.  Friendship was as good a word as any with a side dish of attraction and a heaping bowl of guilt for good measure.<br/><br/>“I mean it must hurt to die.” Her words held a question in them.<em>”What is it like to die?’</em>There wasn’t a person alive that didn’t wondered and Marley knew.<br/>