"Oh! Oh, no, I would remember." As much as Foster van Denend remembers anything. "Or at least, I wouldn't forget magically."
His smile gets sharper, more crooked as he makes eye contact with Lambert.
"And I would be able to break the curse." But he wouldn't count on it being broken any other way. Curses require a certain degree of malice to cast, after all. And his heart, when not completely void of anything, is vile, noxious; his soul is nasty to the touch. Most people have some amount of innate decency, an instinct to fight against such things in themselves. Not him. But at least he knows this. The root of his disease is rot, after all--is it any wonder his own soul is rotten to the core? He can't promise much else of himself, ever, but disease, malignancy...
He has.... plenty of that.
"If you know what strings to pull, any spell will come toppling down."
This is so edgy lmao sorry
Then he smiles. Without teeth.
"Oh! Oh, no, I would remember." As much as Foster van Denend remembers anything. "Or at least, I wouldn't forget magically."
His smile gets sharper, more crooked as he makes eye contact with Lambert.
"And I would be able to break the curse." But he wouldn't count on it being broken any other way. Curses require a certain degree of malice to cast, after all. And his heart, when not completely void of anything, is vile, noxious; his soul is nasty to the touch.
Most people have some amount of innate decency, an instinct to fight against such things in themselves. Not him. But at least he knows this. The root of his disease is rot, after all--is it any wonder his own soul is rotten to the core? He can't promise much else of himself, ever, but disease, malignancy...
He has.... plenty of that.
"If you know what strings to pull, any spell will come toppling down."