Of the tall, dark, and brooding variety.Persnickety Snark fame tweeted me the other day informing me of her desperate need for a new Richard Armitage post and asking me pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top if I could whip up a little something to fill the void. Now I have made mention of my appreciation for Mr. John Thornton a.k.a. Eye Candy Numero Uno a.k.a. The Armitage, etc. etc. once or twice in the past. But, you know, she's right. As she usually is. It has been far too long since I've done so. I mean, my friend Chelle's got an actual sidebar tally going on over at Tempting Persephone to see how often she can post on the man this year. She's at eight, by the way. *clears throat* Clearly, I've been remiss and it is time to rectify this troubling situation. Let's start, shall we, with a confession.
Confession: I don't actually swoon over movie stars very often.
Book characters? Sure. Actors? Not so much. I'm not sure it's necessarily a healthier way to be per se, but it does mean I spend less time gazing at pictures of my crushes online. That is until the two worlds intersect. Then things can get a little interesting. In other words, I become a sloppy puddle of a goner and start spending time searching for photos of said star in which he looks somewhere in the vicinity of the image I have in my head of said character. This does not happen often (probably a good thing) but when it does . . . the results can be, well, devastating. And, unsurprisingly, the most recent occurrence involved a certain swoon-worthy man by the name of Armitage.
It started out small. First, I merely pictured him playing Mr. Nicholas Brisbane from my beloved Silent in the Grave. Which is so not a stretch from his stint as Mr. Thornton. We all know he can rock the top-hat-and-cravat look like nobody's business. Brooding? Check. Pent-up passion? Check. A determination to both make out wildly with the heroine against a tree (any hard surface will do, really) and keep his distance at the same time? Check and check! Now if someone would option the film, write a killer script, and just cast him already. I ask for so little, people.
Then came the inevitable branching out of genres. His image started appearing in my head while reading urban fantasy, high fantasy, young adult, contemporary fiction. I picture him as Adam from Patricia Briggs' Mercy Thompson series because, well, what Adam fan in her right mind wouldn't? I can see him doing a mean Irial from Melissa Marr's Wicked Lovely series because I know he would have no trouble pulling off the Dark Lord in all his irresistible ruthlessness. I even have it on good authority he'd be just right for a 10-years-down-the-road Poe from Diana Peterfreund's Secret Society Girl series. Those of you familiar with my feelings on the irascible patriarch will understand why I had to actually take a moment to recover from the awesomeness of that image. Now if we could somehow get him to shave his head for a role, I would be able to tell you if I could envision him as Bran from Juliet Marillier's Son of the Shadows. But just between you and me, all signs point to yes.
And so, after much pondering (and picturing), I have finally come to the following conclusion:
I can't think of a character I wouldn't want to see him play.
It's true. He's so versatile of expression. And hairstyle. For instance:
Silly, happy, broody, scary, dreamy, angry. Clad in t-shirts, leather, red scarves, or carelessly loose cravats and dangerously unbuttoned cuffs. You name it--he delivers.
One last confession. Though I own and have watched North & South several times, and a few choice scenes ("Look back at me") even more than that, I've never watched the BBC's Robin Hood series. I even own the first season on DVD! I know. So tell me. Am I missing out? Should I start watching it, oh, say . . . tonight?