All Cait Sidhe monarchs born after 1600 know is watch Shakespeare, kiss October, fret about October, eat hot chip, and sleep.
Toby, rocking up to yet another Firstborn: Fairest and fallen, greetings and defiance.
“I catch kidnappers and murderers with my hunches and blood magic. Do they call me October the Detective? No.”
“I come back from death via drowning, stabbing, falling, and poison. Do they call me October the Would You Stop Trying To Kill Me Already It Clearly Doesn’t Stick and Just Pisses Me Off? No”
“I have more teenagers in my house than I can count on one hand on a regular basis. Do they call me October the Welcoming But Foolishly Brave To Have All These Bottomless Pits Over All The Time? No”
“But you overthrow TWO MONARCHS WHO WERE TRYING TO KILL YOU–”
Amandine: I am feel uncomfortable when we are not about me?
Toby: What are you talking about? You love it here!
Bridget: I’m not sure I do. I think I just developed Stockholm Syndrome.
Amandine: When August was born the sun shone bright upon her beautiful face. I found October on the sidewalk outside a Taco Bell
Simon: Going to Plan B?
The Luidaeg: Technically that would be Plan G.
Simon: How many plans do we have? Is there, like, a Plan M?
The Luidaeg: Yeah. Simon dies in Plan M.
Sylvester: I like Plan M.
Quentin: Raj move out of the way please so I don’t trip on you.
Raj: You KICK Raj? You kick his body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for Quentin! Jail for Quentin for One Thousand Years!
Amandine: Oberon nerfed me by making me allergic to garlic and sunlight.
Simon: So, a vampire?
Amandine: I can confirm that I am not a vampire as I have blood.
Simon: Is it your blood?
Amandine: It is blood, yes.
Simon: Is it blood that has always belonged to you, from the moment of your spawning?
Amandine: It is blood, it is in my possession, therefore it is my blood