MadWife (Mad Sweeney x Laura Moon): "You don't look so bad" extra points for jacket sharing
i waited for your heart to melt
AN: Four things:
- I’m sorry I couldn’t write this right away! I have a feeling I might only have the time to bang out fic on Sundays.
- Is Mad Wife the official pairing name for Mad Sweeney and Laura? I’ve been calling them Mad Moon but I could swing either way, as with most things in life. Mad Wife is actually cooler, imho.
- This was so much fun to write lmfao. I realize now how vital curse words are to my vocabulary.
- My pale ass has no clue how tanning works
The stench of rot and desperation ripens with the summer heat. Even with the cab’s windows cracked open and his nose pinched between his fingers, Sweeney can’t escape Laura’s reek. If he closed the partition it would help tremendously, he’s sure, but sliding it shut would mean isolating himself from the dead wife and the cabbie. He’ll be damned if he affords them the opportunity to plot against him and run away with his coin because of a little smell.
So the partition stays open, and the windows do too, and Sweeney battles against his gag reflex when the wind blows the evidence of a corpse up his nostrils.