Homeland, 2x06 — A Gettysburg Address
My eyes are open. How could they not be?
W I N T E R F E L L | ( t h e b u r i e d o u t p o s t )
The land is empty and cold and frozen and grey and anything that pierces the crusted carpet of windswept snow is broken: shattered and bare and entombed in ice. Hundreds of years ago, a castle stood here. But anymore, all that remains are crumbling stone walls and jagged spires collapsed and buried in the earth. Anymore, all that’s left of the ancient fastness is ring after ring of debris, silently circling a grove of wierwoods like the ghosts of defeated sentinels bound to eternal duty.
Underground a labyrinth sprawls. Smoothly rounded tunnels and passageways wind around each other and circle deep into the earth, darker than the darkest night one moment and brighter than dawn the next.
It is here, interred under the snow and the ruins of their ancient home, that the Starks have re-built their seat. Wrapped in the frigid deep of endless winter and the steamy heat of hidden hot springs, they hold the north as they ever have.
And they wait.
I feel like I should start apologizing for what my blog will become from tomorrow on.
So if you want to save yourself from all the Downton feels, you should tumblr savior the following tags; “downton abbey” “downton abbey3” “brendan coyle” “joanne froggatt” “michelle dockery” or “downton cast”.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED