#visandri

@jinx4karma has been one of my followers and a MASSIVE supporter of me, my art, and all my stupid shenanigans, and was one of my first commissioners. I remember her messaging me like, a week after I made my blog and we’ve been best bitches since <33

(GIF that reminds me of you u3u)

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@jinx4karma / @arcanistvisandri

god this is how I imagine these 3. 

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The ivory quill held in Seilune’s hand scratched into the parchment at a steady pace, inscribing words in neat and flowing cursive in the woman’s journal. Visandri and I went on a little shopping venture this evening in the bazaar. It had been some time since I had someone accompany me while trying on gowns, and so naturally I was delighted when she asked me to a day out. The two of us are becoming fast friends, I believe, and I’m beginning to see the mischief that Eres and Yssa see of her on a regular basis.

I noticed she was particularly interested in the way my dresses fit me, particularly in my curves. If I didn’t know any better, I would have guessed that she was checking me out. Her gaze never left me for a moment, and at one point I swear I saw her lick her lips. The way she looked at me reminded me of the way Sin’dorei men do when I’m in Silvermoon City. 

Regardless, the two of us have much in common. We both have expensive tastes, a mutual love of finery, and we both have perfected the art of bringing men to their knees with a single look. Oh, the two of us would be a force to be reckoned with if we decided to attend a party together! All eyes would on us, as well as all jaws, I imagine!

I look forward to seeing her again soon. I have already made plans for her to come by for brunch and get our measurements taken by my seamstress for my upcoming party. It’s only natural that such good friends have matching gowns, no?

Eresildris swirled the dark liquid in his mug, eyeing Visandri with eyes that seemed to have grown with intensity since his long, long trip out to sea. His voice was the same, though resonated with gruffness. “Yes.” He smirked and winked at her, the same old smile she’d known.

“Eres, darling?”

“Yes Visandri?”

“What is…. that bottle you hold in your hands?”

“Why… This is called ‘Fiji’ water. The goblins sold it to me! It’s supposed to cleanse you and make you feel… Pure.”

“Mm. For how much…?”

He looked at it, nodding to himself faintly. “Like 50 gold.”

Her eyes widened, thinking to herself. ‘Stupid, stupid boy.’ She then shook her head and clicked her tongue, looking at the ring made of spray painted plastic on her finger which was sold to her by goblins as well… For a rather expensive price. Poor thing was too drunk to realize it wasn’t metal.