Apple (83 words)
The red orb his friend held captive in long, pale fingers was lovely. It could be said the sight was tantalizing, so much so that David suddenly found his mouth dry.
"Forbidden fruit" he found himself murmuring, his eyes darting up to meet Griffin's.
"More than that David." The other man had a strange, intriguing smile on his lips, his gaze centered on David, heavy, dark and unreadable. "Original sin"
With a swift, vicious grin, Griffin took a large bite of the apple.
Bridges (107 words)
It shouldn't matter, David thought. He was crying anyways, hot tears stinging his eyes and wetting his cheeks. It shouldn't matter that they'd had a fight. It shouldn't matter what they'd said, what they had screamed at each other really, if he was honest. They were friends right? They were the only two Jumpers they knew. Maybe the only two left in the whole world for all they could tell. They had to stick together, didn't they?
But Griffin had told him never to come back. With a sinking feeling, David realized this might just be another one in a long procession of his endlessly burning bridges.
Cumulonimbus (109 words)
Clouds scudded lazily overhead. The only sounds for miles were the soft wind in the tall, tall grass, and Griffin and David's own breathing. Another day, another battle survived, another small quiet stolen moment. They didn't speak, and beyond them the field stretched on for eons. Two men; alone and alive and free. Times like these were sacrosanct to them, a reason to keep fighting, a reminder of all the good things on earth, and every wonderful thing their mutual gift could give them. All in all, Griffin decided as he surveyed a passing cumulonimbus, he wouldn't have traded the company for all the dead Paladins in the world.