Sympathy for the Devil.

The Honorable Ambrose A. Finch, Mayor of Carroll

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thea-soleil‌:

“You…” Thea stopped, surprised from the accent she heard leave the man’s lips. Never in a million years would she have thought there would’ve been another Brit in the small town of Carroll. “God, I think you’ve just become my new favorite person in town.  Where is it you’re from originally?” The regonality of his accent was far from her own West Country dialect; but it was still quite familiar. A Londoner? She’d spend a good deal of time in London; and that’s what his accent reminded her of. Then again, she knew London was nothing more than a mish-mosh of people from all over the UK and even the world.

The Mayor exhaled through his nose, humoured by the young woman’s declaration. But he understood; she sounded like home, and that was a place he’d not been to for quite some time. “Likewise, Ms Baudelaire. I’m from London. Hampstead, actually.” Ambrose added, figuring he needn’t be so general with somebody from England. Particularly not somebody as well dressed and as perfumed as she. “Baudelaire... It certainly rings a bell. Your family’s from Bristol, correct?” Not only for her accent but the fact that he’d heard that the Sheriff had planned a trip there.

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“But you’re not God.”

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talentedscout‌:

Scout had never really been in the habit of biting their tongue. It probably had a lot to do with aunt Molly, who had always been more amused than aghast at the scathing commentary they would make. They met his cold stare with their own indifferent one, waiting to see if the mayor was honest enough to admit it. “I do take comfort in it.” They conceded with a shrug, taking another drag from their cigarette before digging back into the snow, “being here for your image is better than not being here at all.” In most scenarios motivation really mattered, but right now they weren’t going to split hairs about that. “Getting to know us, hm. Bet you’re glad you started with me then.” They snorted out a laugh, “name’s Scout, if you didn’t know. I’m non-binary and a makeup artist. And also very critical of government institutions, but I’m sure you picked up on that already.”

“You might not believe it.” He huffed, digging the shovel into the ground again and heaving more snow out of the way. “But I also have a vested interest in this place.” Granted, it was not as much as they or any of the other residents. But the Mayor still shrugged his shoulders deep within his woollen coat. "I have heard of you, Scout.” Ambrose spoke, hiding the fact that it was not their anti-government sentiments that had piqued his awareness in them. It had, in fact, been Grace Shoemaker. But the less he spoke of Grace, the better. “But it’s good to get to know you, anarchy and all.” It was a joke, or at least as much of a joke as a stoic man like himself could make. “It’s people like you that keeps politics on its toes.”

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evxlet‌:

Ignoring the lifting of colour to the apples of her cheek at the sound of her name with that accent, the girlishness in her smile was undeniable and she tried to hide it behind the lighting of a cigarette. Brows lifting at the surprise in his voice, her laughter was easy and amused at his confession, shaking her head with a playful gasp of faux shock. “What rock have you been living beneath? Well, now we definitely need to have some, because no one should go through life without the experience of a frozen pizza that’s unevenly heated. It’s part of the Human experience.” Smile softening at the hint of one in his tone, Evolet brushed dark hair from her face. “I wish I could help, but I wouldn’t even know where to shovel. I’d love to say I at least did one shovel scoop.”

Ambrose hummed gently in amusement at the outrage she put upon. “That sounds awfully unappealing.” A lilt of humour to his voice but a faint expression of disgust upon his face. “I think I would have managed life just splendidly without it, but as you wish.” His cool blue eyes flickered over his neighbour. Watched the path of her graceful fingers across her face. Considered her for a long while before he finally spoke again. “Well, we can make that happen.” He offered, taking a step closer towards her. “If I may, Evolet.” It was a question, a gauge to see how comfortable she would be allowing him to assist her. His bitter fingers hovered by her cigarette and then gently plucked it from her hand and placed it between his lips. Moving her now free hand to the handle of the shovel. “Now.” He began, mumbling past the cigarette and coming to stand behind her, moving her other hand to the stick of the implement. “Here’s a good spot. Give it a good hard push in..” With his hands on hers, he demonstrated the movement, the end of the shovel crunching into the snow beneath. “Like that.” His hands fell away as he stepped backwards and took a drag of her cigarette.

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Ambrose fought to conceal the tremble that coursed down his body with the slide of her nails. His ice blue gaze was fixated upon her full lips, watching as they over-enunciated the challenge she posed to him. He sighed out as she placed his hand at her throat, the sound all shaky and yearning. “Grace.” It wasn’t clear why he spoke her name the way he did, a lusty breath on his lips. Was it a warning? A plead? Perhaps he mostly just liked the way it settled on his tongue. He pressed his hand harder against her neck, curled his thumb and his index finger into her soft flesh. And then lifted upward. Encouraged her up as she had so challenged him with his hand against her throat. Spun her around with strong hands, then grabbed hers and pressed them on the coach’s desk. “You’re testing my patience.” He sighed into her ear, setting himself at her heat but stalling his entrance to tease her. 

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thea-soleil‌:

“You haven’t, by chance, seen a girl who looks just like me but with less fashion sense, have you? Probably on the arm of her hot lady cop of a girlfriend?” Moving to place her sunglasses atop her head, Thea strode up to the nearest individual, figuring they probably knew her sister. After all, it wasn’t like Carroll was that big of a town. Everybody probably knew everybody. What a weird concept, especially to her born and bred city-loving self. “Seriously. Who knew little miss thrift shop and save the world could land such a proper catch.” She added, that last bit mostly to herself.

Ambrose narrowed his eyes at the other who addressed him, mostly in thought as he recalled the woman that looked quite like her. Another Englishwoman, the Sheriff’s girlfriend by current accounts. “My apologies, Ms... Baudelaire, I’m guessing? I haven’t seen her.” His own English accent rang out, not quite the same regionality as hers but as close as he’d heard in a long time. “Though might I say how lovely it is to hear an English accent this side of the pond.” 

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evxlet‌:

“Ambrose, of course. It just feels so strange to be so informal with the Mayor.” Grinning to herself, she nodded her head, giving a little pet to the top of Mozart’s golden head as the retriever watched him. “Well, lucky for you, Ambrose, I happen to make a wonderful cup of tea and I have some nice ones from Korea that I’m sure you’d enjoy. I think I even have a frozen pizza somewhere I could warm up. Even hard working Mayors have to eat.”

The Mayor nodded slowly and stopped to lean upon his shovel. “Well, Evolet, for me it feel strange to be formal with a neighbour. I do suppose that’s my fault though.” Digging out another shovel of snow, he tossed it across the bank and wondered, not for the first time, if his mayoralty had hindered his personal relationships in this town. Not that he usually minded, for he quite enjoyed his own company. “A frozen pizza?” Ambrose repeated with incredulity laced through his voice. “Now, before I make myself appear incredibly out of touch, I will add the caveat that I do know how much a gallon of milk costs... But I’ve never had a frozen pizza in my life.” The Mayor was almost grinning as he said this, something quite rare and something that would be unbeknownst to the woman before him, though it trickled into his voice. “That sounds absolutely lovely.”

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The Mayor clenched his teeth together as Grace seemed to, like always, make it her personal mission to push him to the edge. A place where hell and hedonism lied. There were times when she was far too much for him, not that he would ever admit it. And as her nails clawed into his thighs, Ambrose was forced to that conclusion once more. He moaned loud as she continued to devour him, loud enough for someone outside in the hall to hear, but he was so preoccupied he hardly thought twice. “Grace…” Her name a hiss on his lips as his fingers curled tighter into her dark locks. At first he urged her deeper, their eyes locking together over his heaving chest. But when enough was quite enough, he conceded defeat and pulled her off him. “Get up.” He panted, his pupils blown wide from the bump of cocaine but mostly from her. “Turn around.” 

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evxlet‌:

“It is very kind of you, Mayor Finch. I’d probably end up making more of a mess than cleaning anything up, so you’re doing far more than I could.” Part of her hating having to stand back while others did for her, another part of Evolet was touched that the Mayor himself had stepped up to help clean her corner lot of the snow on the walks. “Please let me get you something warm to drink to repay you, it’s the least I can do.”

“It might sound that way, but I’m still not sure I’ve got the hang of it.” Ambrose ribbed at his own expense as he dug the head of the shovel into the snow. “And please, call me Ambrose.” He added with a nod towards his neighbour, though she could not see it, and tossed the snow over the side of the bank that was forming. “You absolutely don’t have to repay me but I never turn down a cup of tea.” 

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talentedscout‌:

Scout shrugged, leaning back against their own shovel- propped up enough in a snowbank to hold their weight- and taking out a cigarette. “I’m from a bigger city so it doesn’t become much of a problem. Too many cars and what have you, never sticks. Though at the risk of putting myself on your watch list, I’d bet your here more because there’s a massive concern this whole trailer park is gonna become a flood zone when all this shit melts. Can’t be seen having done shit all.” 

Ambrose settled his icy hued eyes on the other and spent a still, quiet moment considering them. His amusement expertly masked until he snorted and with a small sort of smile on his face, dug the shovel into the snow. “Be that as it may, you ought to take comfort in my pro-activity.” He said as he focused on the task at hand. “Now, I’m not about to name names but there are certain former mayors that would be more inclined to sit back and blame this ice melt on anything but something they themselves could have helped.” The Mayor shrugged and lifted an eyebrow at them. “Besides, it’s a good opportunity to get to know you all.” 

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Ambrose huffed out in surprise as he both felt and heard his shirt being torn open. For anybody else, it might have been a crying shame to ruin two such expensive garments in the space of minutes but it was like foreplay for the pair of them. He had been beginning to suckle at Grace’s porcelain skin when she pulled him from her chest. Their icy eyes struck one another’s, a moment of stillness in the storm they’d created. A deep-veined realisation as she sunk to her knees that there was never anything he wanted more than her. Not success, or power, or even the coke. “Christ, Grace.”‌ He moaned, sliding his hands into her hair once she’d freed him and taken him into her mouth. Another moan as he leaned his head back, his eyes rolling up in pleasure. It had been far too long and whenever it got far too long, he always found himself in this position wondering why he played these games. His fingers dug tighter into her hair, urging her a little deeper with a moan when she did. “You look so good on those knees of yours.”‌ Ambrose somehow managed to huff, rubbing his thumb over the smear of blood across her immaculate skin. 

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”Look, I may be an Englishman but I’ll admit-“ Ambrose began with one hand on the shovel he’d procured, the other gestured out to his side. “I’ve never quite had to shovel snow. I mightn’t be much good but now how many citizens can say their Mayor has shovelled their driveway for them, eh?”

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Giving a noise of pleased surprise ad the tall Mayor lifted her slender form with ease and spun her so that she was perched on the edge of her desk, heels instantly locking around behind his knees to pull him closer into her as he kissed her with such force that one of her teeth scraped her lip enough to pull the coppery taste of blood onto her tongue. Not that she cared, if anything it sent a jolt of twisted heat through her entire body, leaving her groaning into his mouth as his own teeth worked the tiny wound and only added to the flavour. Pale arms having lifted to wrap around his neck tighter as he’d lifted her slid down his chest once more with dragging nails, before letting go to work the buttons on his shirt with deft skill, not once pulling away from the ferocious and near violent passion of their kiss. Never would she be able to admit that he was as much a drug for her as she was for him.

Blood. He tasted it on his tongue, sharp like rust. Unsure if it was from his mouth or hers. It was certainly not the first time, it wouldn’t be the last. And Ambrose would be lying if he said it didn’t spur him on in the least. He panted hot against Grace’s mouth, careening into her as her nails scraped and scratched and freed him from the buttons that so burdened him. His attention turned her, to his shirt that she wore. It was only for a few seconds that he wasted energy on trying to undo them before he grew too impatient. His hands gripped the shirt and tugged it open, the sound of fabric tearing and the bouncing of buttons over the desk and floor punctuating the sounds of their satisfaction. Not long after his mouth and his teeth were on the swells of her breasts as he wrapped his hands around her smooth thighs and tugged her towards him. His lips leaving blood-stained kisses on her skin.