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[named_silas]

He'd ben to church, and had collected his first pay check for the work he did in and around the church. It wasn't much, but then he didn't need much

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[lost_spiritus]

She rolled her shoulder slowly trying to work out the stiffness from another wound she had gotten a few nights back. At the rate she was going there wouldn't be a part of her that hadn't been cut, broken or bruised. But it was the life she had been given, the life she had chosen.

Stopping she brought her camera up and and snapped a few pictures, capturing life, families, hope, thing that seemed lost and alien to her. When her eyes came to him feeding the ducks she slowly lowered the camera and smiled at him. 'Do you mind? If I take some shots of your feeding the ducks I mean.'

[named_silas]

"You want..." Silas looked at her, his hand up to shield his senstive eyes from the light. "You want to take pictures of me? Why?" There was soimething of a, not a threat exactly, but the potential for threat, in his demeanor as well as his tone.

[lost_spiritus]

'If you don't mind,' she said softly, keeping her tone as light as possible and ignoring her throbbing shoulder. 'Because you are feeding the ducks,' She pointed towards the pond and then looked back up at him.

'You don't often see a man of the cloth sitting and feeding the ducks.'

[named_silas]

He nodded and swallowed hard. "Fine. What are you going to do with these pictures?"