three times that robb was late and one time that he wasn’t » a 1920’s crime family au
i’m talking like a city boy
and drinking with a northern soul
she said i should come over
though it’s carnage at times
it still seems i’d chop a limb off
before i put up a fight
It’s Friday night, which means the table is set for seven. It means that Bran is coming home from school, and Sansa is missing a gallery opening, and Ned isn’t going to open his briefcase all night. It means that Catelyn is going to set the seventh place for Arya, even though she hasn’t come home in months and probably won’t.
It’s Friday night, and that means that Robb should have been home half an hour ago, even if the work week’s over and the Yellow Stag is filling up, even if Theon calls him up at the last minute, because tonight is the one night a week that the family gets together, and the Starks take it incredibly seriously.
But Robb hasn’t come home yet, and his steak is halfway to cold, and there are two empty seats at the table where there should only be one. Ned keeps glancing up at it, and back to the clock, and Catelyn keeps glancing at Ned, and even though Bran is trying to tell them something, all Sansa is thinking about is how she can get Robb out of it this time.