Sparkhouse: the important parts

Sparkhouse is a sad story,

I’m not going to lie.

and not just because of this hair

When I first watched the mini-series on YouTube, it haunted me for days afterwards. Not because of the tragic love story at the center of it all and not because of the gutsy girl who just couldn’t seem to catch a break, but because of John Standring. I just couldn’t seem to get him out of my head.

are you watching Richard Armitage on that tv? because nothing else could possibly be that distracting…

so I turned to fan-fiction.

I gobbled up every Sparkhouse story I could find, I was possessed!

*need MOAR!*

Have you seen Sparkhouse yet? Not sure you want to risk it?

Let me help, here are the important parts:

Farmhand fancies employer’s daughter

*I know Thorin makes it look easy but swords are sharp!*

He asks her out

for a drink

*a woman Vicar. that’s funny*

It’s awkward

and a bit confusing

*glow-in-the-dark or cherry flavored? decisions, decisions*

The next day

she tries to let him down easy

serious hair-part for a serious occasion

She leaves town

but then she comes back

*you only came back for your North & South dvd, didn’t you?*

Financial problems force her to offer the farmhand

a shot at being farm-owner, if he marries her

*how many copies of The Hobbit do you really need?*

He

warily agrees

*I won’t make you dress like Sir Guy, I promise*

Then

there’s a Wedding

and

a Wedding Night

*sorry Richard Armitage, duty calls*

some

Drama

*I need to replace my wife’s North & South dvd. I broke it. yes, I learned my lesson*

and they lived happily ever after!

well, maybe not right away…

I’ll let poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox explain:

Love’s Coming

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle’s call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.

She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye
Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:
She found in his face the familiar grace
Of a friend she used to know.

She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,
As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm’s strife:
He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,
And a peace which crowned her life.