Disclaimer: I don't own Firfly, nor do I own Serenity. You can't own a person.
If Serenity was a woman, she would be graceful and strong. Her limbs and neck would be long, stretched to the sky and grounded in soil. She would have a physical presence, like the woman in a red dress, no man could ignore her. Her hair would glow, but not the color from a bottle, but a natural breathtaking hue. She would have a figure with some meat on her, curves and soul, with legs to wrap around a man, and hips for him to hold onto. Her posture tall, her eyes a soft blue like the sky. Her face would have the gentlest curve, her lips lusciously pink without any addition. She would have a nose that a plastic surgeon would want to fix, but she wouldn't let him. Her finders would be long and graceful, nails just long enough to leave red marks down the back of a man. She would be of a subtle beauty. You will not find her in movies, or on the cover of magazines. She would be a lover of every man's heart and would belong only to one.
If Serenity was a woman, she would be kind. She would hold the sweetness of a strawberry on her breath and the warmth of a kiss in her hands. She would help those she saw and she would pity the broken man of war. She would hold marriage together as best she could, and cradle a fear laden girl until she was safe, warm, and once again graced the world with a smile. She would take in those who had no home, accept the belief of all and yet none. She would be a mother, a lover, and a daughter all together at the same time. She would offer life with her arms as the safe haven, her breathe to another for air, and she would warm anyone's heart to protect them from the black.
If Serenity was a woman, she would protect those she loved with a ferocity and passion beyond comprehension. She would let no child go hunted, and she would not stay silent when violence ensues. She would close the door to intruders and put herself between the invaders and her loved ones. She would throw herself in front of traffic for the child. She would stand in front of a gun for even the one who would betray her at the drop of a hat. She would stand tall to those who insult her, and still shelter them when they are in need. She would depend on those who listen to her as much as they depend on her. She would attack, even with nothing but her hands, to tear out the tongue of those her curse her crew, the eyes of those who aim to hurt.
If Serenity was a woman, she would fear nothing. If Serenity was a woman, she would be the most amazing creature. If Serenity was a woman, she would still fly on.
There is no woman like Serenity.