Contains spoilers for American Gods S01 Episode 7. I've only watched the TV show so far, so bear with me.
Mad Sweeny never forgot a face, and certainly not this one. But the bitchy little dead-wife could look like that all she wanted, he knew it wasn't the same lass.
All the same, he couldn't say her fucking name. It just didn't suit her, even if it belonged to her more than the other one ever could. Essie.
A leprechaun had no right thinking that way about a mortal, no matter how nice it had been to have someone believe so consistently, confidently in him. Essie McGowan was way dead, and that was that. More dead than the stupid bint wearing her face, like she owned it.
But then, after a long line of shit storms came one more. Just as he'd predicted, somehow she'd crashed a fucking ice cream truck. Topped it right over.
Oddly enough, the chance he'd been waiting for. Didn't even have to reach between her ribs to get it. It was just lying there, all shiny and dead juicy from dead-wife's innards, now scattered across the street.
Pure elation, as he picked it up. Began the walk. Stopped. It wasn't that easy. He owed a debt.
His treacherous eyes had wandered, following the carrion trail over to her rotting corpse. Jesus, but if she wasn't literally roadkill. Nasty smell, and more flies had accumulated around her open maw of a stomach, already at work on her insides.
The fury that rose up, overtook everything. Fuck this, fuck Wednesday. 'Why does this bullshit keep happening to me?' Sweeny roared. 'Have I not suffered enough? Isn't this enough? I'm not evil!'
If anyone was listening, they weren't answering. No way out, as fucking usual. He swore.
The regret had come as soon as the coin woke her up. Her fist, his lucky coin behind it was a huge, cracking reminder that yes, he was a fucking idiot, and walking away was never going to happen after this.
He was fucked. But it was slowly dawning on him that it was for a different reason. It wasn't because he wanted her to live - fuck that right back to granny's grave. But maybe, just maybe, the face was getting to him after all.
Thanks for reading, edits sure to follow.