H is for Hair
Jareth had fallen asleep nestled in Sarah's window box watching the spring storm roll through. He found Aboveground storms fascinating- particularly the thunder and lightning. Not that the Underground didn't have storms (they did), but they weren't as grandiose as these.
That's how Sarah found him when she returned from shopping. She watched as the sun slowly peeked out from behind a grey cloud, bathing him in warm, golden light. Shaking her head fondly, and grabbing a throw from the back of the couch, she carefully tucked it around him. In addition to revealing the dust motes dancing in the air, the sunlight picked out individual strands of his uneven hair- making it seem larger than normal.
His hair had always intrigued her. A look that she knew few to be able to pull off successfully, which of course, he did. The mystifying part to her was how he maintained the style. When asked if he used magic to do so, he laughed openly- thinking she had made a grand joke. And assured her that it was common trait of his Fae nature.
Of course, she didn't believe him. Going so far as to wait for a day she knew he was occupied in meetings, before barging through the mirror connecting their worlds to search his bathroom. She expected to find more than one purloined Aboveground bottle of mousse or hairspray. However, her search only came up with a bar of soap, a bottle of shampoo, and a shaving kit.
An idea flitted through her head. "Secrets," she said to herself, smiling. Reaching out to touch a wayward strand, "his hair must be full of them." To her, the idea was not too out there, all things considered. Now, she only had to figure out what they were.
Disclaimer: Jareth and Sarah belong to Jim Henson and Co.
A/N: So H now has two, and I have about two more that are sitting in my head. Once I'm finished this chapter will be put in its proper place.
And big hair being full of secrets, I think comes from the film Mean Girls. I haven't seen it in ages, but I seem to remember it being said by one of the characters.
