(ooc: aye I do...*evil grin*)
Dementa's eyes widened and she instinctively pulled away.
"Don't touch me!" she cried.
But it was already too late, he had touched her and she could tell he wasn't wearing any gloves. She waited for the enviditable scream of pain.
But it didn't come...
No reaction...no reaction at all, other then the look of surprise he gave her when she recoiled away from his touch.
Can't be... she thought, her breath coming rapidly and her emotions overwhelming her. Can it?
She remember the old saying: 'If it's too good to be true...then it is.' Dementa didn't want to believe for a second he was immune to her harm touch.
Must be doped up on pain killers or something... she thought...trying to think of an explantion. But no...that didn't fit. Due to the magical nature of the curse it didn't matter how much pain killer you had in your system, the curse still affected them. Only something like clothing would ward off the effects. Besides...even if he was doped up on pain killers...the other side effects she would have noticed by now.
Added to her own confusion, his musk was like a drug to her, strengthening that feeling she felt before. Shaking her head she staggered backward a couple of paces. She felt like she was going to faint.
"How..." she muttered, "How is it you are immune to my harm touch? How is it you are immune to part of the curse that prevented me from finding happiness for so long?"
(ooc: *laughs evily*
Dementa: cruel dragons! *hides behind Hunter*)
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