Don't Rock the Boat
Sylen and Uwe, as allied Witchfinders, find themselves stuck in a situation they desperately want to get out of. [Human AU]
Author's Notes
Words : 419
Uwe
He was locked - well, okay, they were locked - in a basement that seemed a little bit... damp. Unsurprising, he supposed, due to it's proximity to a river. Why in the world would someone build a basement in a house near a river that probably floods and oh, gah, they were going to keep them trapped until it flooded in, oh, a few months (it wasn't quite the rainy season, and it wasn't certain a river would flood during any given season but it was just more likely if it was the rainy season and...
Really, why would anyone have a basement that would want to get wet? The only reason Uwe could see was to trap unsuspecting people who were just doing their job. Turning his shoes to stone... those had cost more money than he should have spent! He didn't actually like them, but they were very popular and many of the other members of the Order were wearing them and he didn't want to seem out of fashion and therefore be questioned so, well. Anyhow, now they were useless. Unless you wanted to wait for the rainy season to drown a body..... oh. Yeah, that would make sense.
They were all going to die.
He'd joined the Witchfinders because it was the smart, the logical, the safe thing to do. But he hadn't actually planned to, you know, go out and look for people. He'd thought he'd be assigned to stay somewhere near the big cities - he was still technically a mage protector, after all - and others would bring questions to him and he'd help, but... No. He was here, in a basement, probably going to drown, and he had no hope of survival because his shoes were made of rock.
Speaking of they - which was longer ago than it should've been - the other part of the they was speaking to him. Words, yes, words, something something - OH. Could he hear the people upstairs? Oh, um... well, he'd barely heard his companion, so it wasn't likely, but he strained his ears, trying. The rush of his own blood pulsing behind his ears drowned out nearly everything else and he gave a sheepish grin, scratching his ear. "Um, no, sorry. I can barely hear them at all." His body twitched, stuck somewhere between showing "I'm sorry" and "I don't need to hear anything to be a hero" and woefully failing to convey anything at all.