𝐼 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠,        𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛, 
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤-𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠,      𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛.

The witch of the highlands, a con-artist, always smelling like cigarettes and cheap beer. Some of her magic is true, more of it's a clever lie. She has no pulse, no heart in her chest. 
Now freshly divorced, she's back to all her old tricks much to the ire of her younger brother. Her daughter is upset too, but disappointing people is always what Lillian's done best and why should she change now?








Other account/her brother: @-DrunkDetective-

TW for gore (eventually), child and substance abuse. 15 and up.

No NSFW, sorry to disappoint. Make outs and such is fine, graphic sex? Nope.