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Darcy Davenport

"Anything you can imagine is, and always will be, possible."

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a character in “Dancing With Forbidden Fire”, originally authored by Natzalia, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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”Anything you can imagine is, and always will be, possible.”




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Character’s Full Name
Darciell Maribella Davenport

Nicknames
Darcy, Darce, Elle, Ellie

Appearance Age
18[font]

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Role
Second oldest Davenport[font]


[font=Baskerville Old Face]Likes

∞ Singing
∞ Music
∞ Playing Piano
∞ Being Alone
∞ Midnight Walks In Winter
∞ Listening to Motzart, Beethoven, and the likes of
∞ Reading Shakespeare
∞ Dressing Up


Dislikes
† People who think they can sing but really can’t
† Listening to a story over and over again
† Talking to people she doesn’t like
† Being treated like a child
† Being treated like property
† Large groups of people
† Being underdressed for an event
† Wearing the same dress twice



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Appearance
Hair:
Curly, auburn, reaches about three inches below her shoulders

Eyes:
almond shaped, deep chocolate, framed by thick lashes

Body/Build:
slim but curvy

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
None


Supernatural Abilities
Darcy can heal people with one touch, but she can also calm people with her voice


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Personality
Darcy is easy to get along with, but also quick to hold a grudge. While she can find something to discuss with most anyone, she hates talking to people she doesn’t like or she finds boring. Darcy, being 185 years old, has had conversations with anyone from paupers to kings, and she is well spoken and brilliant. A reader, she prefers to be alone than in a large group. While she is mostly a “good girl” she also has a wild side, and has often gotten in trouble for pictures appearing in the public.


History
Darcy was born on an icy, frozen night in February. She grew up learning anything she could, and has therefore become a well rounded girl. She can fight, both with knives and hand to hand, and knows most anything you could ever ask her. Her sisters find it amusing to ask her many things all at once, and in order make her answer them. She has had a spoiled, good life, but when she goes out into the streets to talk to commoners, you would never know. She thinks of herself as one of them when among them.


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[font=Baskerville Old Face]Characters Feelings About_____
Her family: Darcy loves every member of her family dearly, and though they get on her nerves, she knows they will always be there for her.
Her country: the people of her country love her for her kind spirit and her gentle way of talking to them. She loves them all and enjoys her trips into the common areas to speak with them.
Second Born Blackwood: She thinks he’s a bad boy, but she also thinks of him as a possible friend. While when they first meet she doesn’t think of him as a possible lover, she quickly falls for him. [font]


[url=SONG URL HERE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9i35d9R5YA[/url]
SOMTHER ME- THE USED
Let me be the one
Who calls you baby all the time
Surely you can take some comfort
Knowing that you're mine

Just hold me tight, lay by my side
And let me be the one who
Calls you baby all the time

I found my place in the world
Could stare at your face
For the rest of my days

Now I can breathe
Turn my insides out and smother me
Warm and alive, I'm all over you
Would you smother me?

Let me be the one who
Never leaves you all alone
I hold my breath and lose the feeling
That I'm on my own
(Leaves me all alone)

Hold me too tight, stay by my side
And let me be the one
Who calls you baby all the time
(All the time)

I found my place in the world
Could stare at your face
For the rest of my days

Now I can breathe
Turn my insides out and smother me
Warm and alive, I'm all over you
Would you smother me?
Smother me, smother me

When I'm alone, time goes so slow
I need you here with me
And how my mistakes
Have made your heart break
Still need you here with me
So baby, I'm, baby, I'm here

Now I can breathe, turn my insides out
And smother me
(Smother me)
Warm and alive, I'm all over you
Would you smother me?
(Let me be alone)

Now I can breathe, turn my insides out
And smother me
(Smother me)
Warm and alive, I'm all over you
Would you smother me?
Smother me, smother me

Let me be the one who
Calls you baby all the time
Let me be the one who
Calls you baby all the time

Let me be the one who
Calls you baby
The one who calls you baby

So begins...

Darcy Davenport's Story

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Jerrica sat on the roof of her families’ palace in London, England. The whole city was visible from up here as she stood on the edge overlooking the city. The sky was a gloomy gray color and it looked as though at any moment it would downpour. Her eyes slowly moved from one side of the city to the other as if scanning it. Though it would seem as though she was taking time for herself, think all alone on the top of the world, she was simply doing her job, generally a Guardian Angel only looks after one person, but in her case she was responsible for a large group of people. After a few moments she made her way to the roof’s door that led back down to her room.

Today seemed oddly normal, no one had need her yet, which in of its self-seemed too good to be true and as for work, she was ahead of the game. She let herself fall on her bed back first, before hearing her name being called, she let out a sigh. there it is, she thought as she got up, pulling her long dark hair to the one side and making her way in the direction that her name was called, leading her to her father’s office. Jerrica Camilla, I’m not going… her father yelled “Not going to what?” she said softly as she stood in the door way looking over her father. Dressed in his usual expensive navy blue suite, she gave him a soft smile waiting for his orders. “Are you and your sisters ready to go?” he asked as if Jerrica was, their keeper as if she should know everything and she did. “Yeah, were all ready, helped them pack myself, were just waiting on you.” She said watching her frazzled father search his office for something. “Dad, your glasses are on top your head.” She said knowing her father very well.
He touched his hands to his head, a sigh of relief escaping his lips “I don’t know what I’d do without you Jerri.” he smiled his fatherly smile. ”Go get you sister’s I’m going to finish up some paper work then will head out.” she nodded as she turned to get her sisters Jerrica. her father said causing her to turn back and face him “The Blackwoods, their attending this event, you know as well as I do their souls cannot be saved, so don’t try, and keep your sister’s away from them, no matter what it takes, their not as strong as you Jerri. The Blackwoods will do anything to make you girls fall. he said in a calm worried tone. “You know I won’t let anything happen to them and you don’t give them enough credit, they are just as strong as me, they wouldn’t fall for any Blackwood tricks.” She reassured her father as she turned to leave again to get her sisters.

The truth was she wasn’t strong at all, she had almost fallen once a long time ago. But no one knew that not even her sisters. She sighed as she walked slowly down the hall. She wondered what I would have been like if she would have chosen a different path, if she would have fallen, she’s almost positive she’d actually be happy, but dwelling on the past was something she didn’t have time for. She reached Darcy’s door and gave a small knock. “Darce, hey, time to go.” She said calling to her sister through the door in a very motherly tone. She walked down the hall a bit more before reaching her youngest sister’s door. “Addi, hey sis, dad says it’s time to go.” She called to her youngest sister, before making her way back to her own room to grab her stuff and head down to the limo that waited to take them to The Royal Ball.

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Adeline was laying on her bed singing to the music that was in her ears and thinking about the royal ball. She for one wasnt really looking forward to the next month because her parents expect her to be good and blah blah blah. Thats the last thing she planned on doing. Over the last ten years she has changed, her parents and sisters both saw it and they were worried that she would fall.

Opening up her mind she could hear her fathers thinking about the ball, how he was worried about the Blackwoods and us being in the same place. This made her grin and chuckle, the Blackwoods..Well father I hate the Blackwoods so no worries with that..but it might be fun to mess with them she thought to herself. Closing her mind she stood up from her bed and looked around.

She could hear Jerri knock on the door “Addi, hey sis, dad says it’s time to go.”, Jerri was the sister that she felt closest to even though they werent close in age, she was able to talk to Jerri without feeling like she was going to be judged though she still hasnt told her older sister her biggest secret. "Yea yea Dad can hold on I am not dressed yet" she yelled out to Jerri.

Going to her closet she picked out her outfit knowing it will just piss off her parents but she didnt really care, she just likes to get under their skins sometimes. She got dressed, did her makeup and hair then grabbed her stuff for the ball, she was hoping this year it would go by quick.

Going out into the hall she heard her sisters talking in Darcys room, leaving her things at her door she went and knocked on Darcys door then opened it "Okay..so I thought we were suppose to be all ready and shit, if I knew we had more time I woulda took more time getting ready. How do I look" she asked as she twirled around a couple times. "Oh and dont worry about me Jerri...I wont spend too much time with the Blackwoods...maybe ill mess with them a bit but dont worry about me" she gave a little smirk and sat down in one of the chairs in Darcys room.

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Jerrica listened to her sister’s pleas not to follow her and her sister was right she was a lot stronger than her more then she would ever know. Jerrica was practically a mother to her sister’s, her father was God’s right hand man, he was always doing work, he was never home and their mother had Fallen a few years after she had given birth to Addie. So she had always taken care of her sister’s, taken care of humans, and lost herself somewhere along the way. She lend towards her sister kissing her forehead before pulling away looking into her sister’s dark eyes. “Your right Ellie, you’re not a child your beautiful young women, but dad’s never going to look at you that way.” she said softly trying to calm her sister “I wouldn’t worry too much about not messing with the Blackwoods, I don’t care what you do with them…just promise me one thing.” she paused as she searched for the right words to say “Don’t…fall like mom, I can’t risk loosing you or Addie or Gillian, you guys mean everything to me.” she smiled as she turned to make her way out of the room, she turned back facing her sister once again with a playful smirk “Besides the Royal ball wouldn’t be any fun without some trouble right? she winked “Come on sis.” she said gesturing her sister to follow her out of the room to head to the Ball. It would be about an hour and a half drive from their home to get there. "Let's go round everyone up! she said happily, it her soft tone.

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Adeline quickly pulled herself out of Darcys room glad she hasnt been spotted but Jerri mentioned their mom and now she had tons of things going through her mind. She always blamed herself for their mom falling and she knew her father and sometimes her sisters worried that she would fall to...at this point she wouldnt care really. She had nothing to give like her older sisters do, they all have something special about them but she didnt feel she had anything special.

Heading down the hall she passed her fathers office but before she could go downstairs she heard her fathers voice "Adeline please come in here". She rolled her eyes and sighed and walked in "Yes Father? What do I owe this pleasure of being in your company?" Her father looked up and shook his head "Adeline enough with the attitude. I want you to be on you best behavior. I do not want to hear of any issues. You are excused now" he then waved his hand and looked down at his desk. Addi turned around "Fuck best behavior" she mumbled under her breath then left. Grabbing her stuff she made her way downstairs, she was now in a worse mood. She put her music in her ears and turned it up loud and sat in a chair, her arms crossed as she waited for her sisters.

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Character Portrait: Adeline Davenport Character Portrait: Darcy Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Inessa Blackwood Character Portrait: Gillian Davenport
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Gillian

While the other girls were collected, the Third Davenport sister sat in the study, dressed and ready to go, with a book in her hand and her hand fiddling the short pearl necklace around her throat. Although the theme of the ball has yet to be announced, she wears the same style that she does for anything with any hint of dancing in it- the trademark full skirts and felt-bottomed shoes of a swing dancer. The only reason that she, normally lacking in the punctuality department, is ready at all would be because someone forced her to prepare half an hour beforehand, knowing that she takes forever to dress, if only because she doesn't care very much about clothing, normally speaking. After all, she had never been one who stressed style too much in her life, unlike Darcy, who adored dressing up. Rather, she would rather spend free time reading a good book or playing a video game than getting dressed- she is simply persuaded into dressing for the event with the hint that maybe, just maybe, the theme will suit her interests this year. Besides, if she didn't dress in a way suitable for the occasion, the young woman may stick out, and she dreads such a thing even more than she dislikes putting outfits together.

At the moment, there is a dazed look in her eye that is tell-tale of the young woman accidentally (as she tends to do when becoming too involved in the subject) projecting herself into the novel again. Not that something like a smack or a loud enough noise wouldn't pull her out of the trance-like state her physical form enters upon the exiting of her astral body, but it does tend to be tedious for the others to drag her out of the state. Despite this, she allows her mental being to fall into the world of the book, which happens to be Jane Eyre at the moment, so that she is standing among the guests during Mr. Rochester's party, able to spy Miss Eyre doing her best in the corner to go unseen. People turn and look at Gillian briefly, but as she had gone into the book earlier in the novel, they do not appear incredibly shocked to see her. Jane Eyre smiles at the Davenport girl, seemingly glad to see the young woman who poses here as a maid, for the character and Gillian have gotten along fairly well, so far.

In the real world, Gillian's eyes stare unseeingly at the page before her, as the words rearrange to match the current scene, including a young woman in heels whose outfit does not fit the maid she pretends to be.


Inessa
A young woman with long, unkempt dark hair stands in her room, a stereo playing whatever band is her current obsession, surveying her outfit in the mirror. Although her tastes generally turn towards bright colors, the girl has gone with black and red for this affair, which will be her first time attending the infamous Royal Ball, a month set aside every three years for the influential youth of the world- it is, essentially, one large match-making event. Although she is well aware of this, and somewhat dislikes the fact that it is created in order to 'find someone' or whatever, Inessa is still anticipating the month in general, hoping to meet a few girls to have some casual fun with, to dance until she collapses, or to at least have some sort of good time, whatever that may entail. A cursory glance at the clock tells her to leave now, and so the young woman throws one last look at herself, makes a stupid face and strikes a ridiculous pose before heading out.

She walks down a hallway, her steps filled with the sort of confidence that identifies someone who has been raised with power, towards the door. A bright red fedora sits on a coat/hat rack directly across from the door, and this headwear she grabs to place ontop of her curly black hair, giving it slightly more of a tamed appearance, although the impact is rather minimal. The other three who would be with her are all off to their own devices, she assumes, though she hasn't exactly spent her time verifying their whereabouts- this family isn't exactly the sort in which the siblings keep tabs on each other, usually speaking. So she walks out to the limo that awaits her without calling out to see if anyone else actually is home, knowing that the chances are incredibly slim that this is the case (although, of course, there lies the possibility that Les remains in the building, but she doesn't really think about it in her generalizations). A chaufer opens the door for Inessa, whose things are already packed in the trunk, presumably along with her brothers', and she slides into the back, staring out the window with music blasting into her ears as the driver starts the car and makes his way towards their destination.

It is only once they have gone some distance that a thought crosses Inessa's mind: I wonder if Les was actually still in the house.

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Unlike most of the other Royals the Davenports always showed up to the Royal Ball together. They were a fan favorite. Although their father only ruled over England, they were world famous, they were Iconic in the Us, mostly Hollywood, Asia, all of Europe and Canada. They inspired several movies and books. There live was so public, yet the family its self was mysterious. Jerrica took a deep breath and supported herself against the wall as she felt a sharp pain shoot through her chest, she closed her eyes and breath in and out in and back out. Someone, one of the humans she watched over had just died, she was tied to a large group of humans and whenever one died she could feel it, though there was nothing she could do, when she felt the pain it meant it was their time to go and it was one less person on her list. She almost passed out from the pain, it took her a few moments to get her composer back. She finally opened her eyes luckily no one had been around, she hated when people saw her in pain, she hated when anyone saw her any way but happy, especially her sisters.

She made her way to the library poking her head in seeing her younger sister reading. “Hey Gillian, ready to go?” she smiled “I’ll be waiting in the car.” She said before heading out to the limo to wait for her sisters. She straightened out her white dress that was inappropriate to say the least, but that was the only thing she ever did against her fathers will, she never understood the point of hiding a perfectly good body and she liked to show it off or maybe she had only started doing this after the last Royal ball, when she meet him it was the only real thing she could do to keep the memories of the last ball alive. Of course her sister knew nothing about what had happened that year, they assumed Jerrica had nothing better to do then keep an eye on them, but the honest truth was, she had never checked on them or followed them that whole month, she was busy with something else entirely, she thought as she waited for her sisters in the back of the limo.

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Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Darcy Davenport Character Portrait: Jerrica Davenport Character Portrait: Inessa Blackwood Character Portrait: Les Blackwood Character Portrait: Gillian Davenport
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Gillian
Luckily, the young woman had just fallen into the book, and words had only begun to fall off her lips while addressing Miss Eyre, making it easier for Jerrica to pull the third sister out of her enchanted state. Had she been in the book for a longer period of time, it would have taken a good deal more time for this to happen, or at least a tad more effort. For this situation, however, Gillian blinks rapidly until her vision displays Mr. Rochester's home no longer, but the study in which she had begun reading. I did it on accident again. No good- I have places to go, the brunette scolds herself mentally, whilst standing up and placing the book down on the chair with a satin ribbon tucked between the pages to hold her place. After smoothing out her black dress once, and adjusting the petticoat under it which makes for fabulous swing outs, the girl puts on a bright smile (which doesn't take much effort, fortunately, because she does tend to enjoy the months that come every three years- primarily because she is not the sort who is easily rolled into any drama, and therefore may pass them peacefully) and walks out to the car, where Darcy, Adeline and Jerrica await her in the car. She slides in and glances quickly at what her siblings wear, biting her lip slightly at the length of the two older Davenport girls' dresses- especially Jerrica's white ensemble, which is somewhat. . .revealing. Personally, Gillian would never have the confidence to wear such clothing, and has only been seen in anything short when she was wearing, well, shorts. It simply isn't her style, which more fits the vintage look, to be honest. Only Adeline doesn't wear such a short dress, but instead a casual punk outfit- no doubt in order to irritate both Darcy and their parents. Gillian says nothing about it, though, not being the confrontational sort. In fact, she often fears that she isn't any kind of sort.

When Darcy poses a question to them about the arrival of the Blackwoods, Gillian merely shakes her head and smiles, not having the chance to say anything because soon Darcy snaps at Jerri. Even this tiny displeasure makes her tense verys lightly, but the young woman pulls out a smile, determined to be happy tonight. Unlike the elder two, she doesn't have any tension about meeting Blackwoods again- she tends to busy herself enough to not have any sort of interaction with them, thankfully. Soon they have arrived, each with around two suit cases, maybe three, which are taken away by the staff. The music playing, for the moment, is not precisely what Gillian had been hoping for, but it does have a bit of jazz to it, and there is a saxaphone player in the live band, inspiring some hope for the girl's favorite style of dance. She knows that the prince from Germany can lindy, and may have heard something about the boy from Greece, as well. Her good mood is dampened once more, as Darcy begins to scold Adeline, who doesn't look particularly happy about it. Gillian's eyes sweep the ballroom, and settle on a young man who is staring directly at the family and smirking as though he finds it hilarious. What is he looking at? Oh- a Blackwood. Did he-? Suddenly the band strikes up a new song, and the dance floor seems to rearrange itself as new partners are found.

Inessa
The youngest Blackwood arrives a little bit before the Davenports, and by the time the four sisters have arrived, she has disappeared onto the dancefloor, dancing with men and women alike, and messing with the minds of each one who is unfortunate enough to have agreed to, or asked for, a dance. The current victim is a lovely young woman with soft blond hair, who comes from Sweden or some other nordic country of that sort. Inessa's mask and bright red hat distract one from easily guessing who she is, unless they already have a certain level of awareness about each of the various Blackwood siblings. She catches Moshe slipping drugs into one girl's cleavage, and smirks, before turning back to her own young woman. They dance in such a way so that their bodies are close together, and Inessa leans over to whisper something into the girl's ear, prompting the young women to blush scarlet for a moment, before nodding in agreement and glancing over her shoulder at a blond girl whose appearance mirrors her own- her twin sister. "Wouldn't she be lovely to play with, dear?" Inessa suggests wickedly, "She is as beautiful as you- certainly you have had such thoughts before?" By the time the song has ended, the two sisters have mysteriously disappeared together, though Inessa could catch them on the way out, moving closer and closer to each other as though they were trying to mold together.

At that moment she notices the Davenport girls, including the one who appears to be underdressed and, admittedly, incredibly sexy. With another smirk, Inessa moves swiftly through the dancefloor, sliding around couples, dropping a trace of lust here, a desire for blood here, until she is standing next to Sage and Les, who seems to already be cooking up some chaos, based on the expression on his face and the air of tension that hangs above the girl in jeans and her sister, who wears a short dress. "Having fun without me, I see," she accuses him teasingly, though fondness in her voice is minimal- although they do no dislike each other, Les and Inessa have never possessed an incredibly close bond.

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Gillian
Gillian watches on shock as Darcy begins walking directly towards the Blackwood sibling who could easily be considered the most corrupted and vile, hands down. Then again, she had mentioned kissing him back in the car- there existed something prior between the two, unfortunately. Darcy will be fine- she always seems to be, the girl reminds herself with some trace of envy for her elder sister's ability to seemingly keep things together. The band strikes up a new song, from the current era, but with a good tempo- bottom line, it makes the young woman want to dance, though she is also torn with a desire to stay near her siblings (who seem already frayed by the whole event).

Not as selfless as Jerrica, though, when the German boy comes and asks her if she wants to dance, Gillian throws only a look of questioning towards her siblings, before following him onto the dance floor, her mood growing as the song becomes faster. She smiles at the boy, momentarily forgetting nerves of be sisters. She'll berate herself for leaving them after this dance, but not quite yet. Now, she is dancing and happy.


Inessa
Inessa notices the youngest Davenport girl storming away, and smiles with false sympathy, eyes following her movements in an interested manner. "Poor girl, having a spat with her family?" The girl muses softly to herself, a look on her face revealing the scheming taking place behind her chocolate eyes. By the time that Adeline has returned, Inessa has decided that the youngest Davenport girl will be her amusement of the night- no doubt willingly, by the way that she saw the supposed angel survey her.

When Adeline disappeared into the crowd, Inessa waves goodbye to her brothers and follows after her, stopping to rest her hand on the shoulder of one, or kiss another on the cheek, spreading her touch. Soon she is next to Adeline, dancing. "What's cookin' good lookin'?" She asks jokingly.

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Adeline looked at Darcy and Moshe when Inessa motions towards them, she has known about her two older sisters and the two eldest Blackwoods because of her evesdropping in their minds. She was still pissed at Darcy on what happened earlier so she decided to send Darcy a little message through the mind. Opening up her mindonce more, she mentally searches for Darcy and sends her a little message " 'ello Darcy...you know im a bit suprised by you...but the thing is Ive known all about you and Moshe...I wonder what Father will think" after she zent her little message to her older sister she looked over to Darcy and gave her a little wink then focused back on Inessa.

Feeling Inessas.breath against her ear, she heard what she said then was turned around once more "Well yes you are correct, I was once just a shadow of my sisters but once my mother fell my eyes were opened and I decided to do my own thing even thought my family disagrees with my actions. Some say I am the one that will follow my mother but we will see" she murmered and danced along with Inessa.

Hearing what Inessa said next she tilted her head a little "Now how would you know what song would play next unless..." but she stopped talking before she started talking about her abilities. Suddenly she felt a strong desire for Inessa, wanting more of her then she wanted ten seconds ago. They werent as close as they were before so Adeline leaned her head in and brushed her lips against Inessa's cheek "O dont know what has come over me... theres just something about you...and ai want to know you more" she whispered then brought her head back so she could look up at Inessa's eyes once more, one of her hands on the girls shoulder the other on her waist.

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Inessa
Inessa raises an eyebrow at the Davenport girl when she turns and throws a wink at her elder sister, the one who currently seems to be occupied with Moshe, who is perhaps the most wild of the Blackwood siblings, and yet has a shy expression which does not suit him at all. It nearly sends shivers down her spine, seeing the second Blackwood child with such a look on his face, and Inessa cannot help but be filled with an inexplicable concern that the nearness of an angel is causing this behavior- or rather, his nearness to a specific angel with whom he has a past. Only when Addie has begun to speak once more does the dark-haired young woman look back at the angel before her, frowning momentarily as she assures herself that Moshe is simply strange. He'll return to his normal self eventually. As though some little angels could make us, the Blackwoods, act in such a way for a longer period of time than the initial moments, she thinks, silently resolving that she will distance herself from the interesting rebel before her, should things get too far. This should be of no concern to her, who naturally distances herself from things once they have grown too close for her taste.

"Follow your mother? Wouldn't that be interesting," Inessa responds, her bemused smirk resurfacing as she looks at the young woman before her, who stops midsentence and begins to stare at the Blackwood daughter with a new sort of intensity. This only leads to the smirk becoming more smug, for the effectiveness of her power on the angel serves to give Inessa the sense of control which she constantly craves. Soon the Davenport girl's lips brush past her own pale cheeks as she murmurs in her ear, the two growing close enough together that they might as well be laying ontop of eachother at this point, though they only sway to the song for the moment. When Addie voices her desire to know Inessa better, the sense of control only increases, although it is paired with a sort of satisfaction that exceeds the normal level when she has gained control over another. Of course, this is probably due to the fact that it is an angel, not a human, who has been affected by her power.

"The feeling is mutual, darling," she whispers mimicking Addie's previous proximity before spinning the girl out and bringing her back in to a dip that doesn't really match the current speed of the music. With the girl supported by her arms for that moment, Inessa is tempted to steal a kiss- and wouldn't that infuriate the Davenports a bit, to know that their youngest child had not only kissed a Blackwood, but the daughter as well? As she has no restraints, no need to stay away from the Davenports, and holds a rather strong desire to mess with the girl before her as thoroughly as possible, Inessa leans in so that her lips just brush past Addie's as she speaks, "But perhaps actions speak louder than words," with that smirk still on her face. She brings Addie back up and spins her back into their initial position, Inessa's eyes glittering with humor.