Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked.
AN: I realize there are details you'd think would need to be included about description that I didn't include. That was because I thought it was better if he didn't think about it at all, because he doesn't think of her as different. Thanks to Christi for helping me with the word sable, and Julia for listening to me ramble about the color of her eyes. Leave thoughts!
She was beautiful. Her smooth face was thin, and oval shaped. Dark lips curled almost into a peaceful smile. She had sharp features, but with her hair down, they softened immensely. Though her eyes were closed, it was known that they were a deep brown. The best part about her, however, was her hair. It was sable, and long. Very long. It flooded the forest floor as it swam around her head. The moon, falling on her face, gave her a slight glow. It was like she was a goddess. She practically was, the way she behaved. Nobody should be able to live the way she had, for as long as she had, and come out alive. Yet, somehow, she had. Although thinner than was probably healthy, she had faired better than anyone else would have. For a fugitive, she was beautiful. Hell, for a person, she was beautiful. And, as he brushed a stray hair back into place, he decided he wouldn't mind watching her sleep every night for as long as he lived.