An interview with an Altruist: Tyleril Silversword

Art by @industry13 

An interview with an Altruist: Tyleril Silversword

► Name ➔    “Tyleril Silversword.”

► Are you single ➔ “No, I have five significant others.”

► Are you happy ➔   “Yes.”

► Are you angry? ➔   “No.”

► Are your parents still married ➔   “Until they died they were.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Quel’thalas, in a part of Silvermoon that has not existed since the end of the third war.”
► Hair Color ➔ “Mahogany.”
► Eye Color ➔ “Gold.”
► Birthday ➔ “October 19th”
► Mood ➔ “Anxious.”
► Gender ➔ “Male.”
► Summer or winter ➔ “Summer.
► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoon.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “There’s different degrees of it, but yes.”
► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Love, like anything worth having, takes time.”
► Who ended your last relationship ➔ His lips twist and he looks away.
► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “Yes.”
► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “I am used to them.”
► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Yes. Significant others and Buttons”
► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “I don’t believe so.”
► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Uh, maybe?”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Love.”
► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Whelplings.”
► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “A few suits me fine.”
► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “I would prefer a quiet night.”
► Day or night ➔ “Both.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Not yet.”
► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “A few times”
► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yes. With every reminder of my beating heart.”
► Wanted to disappear ➔ “Yes. But my life does not allow for such a thing.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Smile.”
► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Shorter.”
► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “Intelligence.”
► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “Relationship. Though two years ago hook up w-would have been, ah, preferable.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “Yes.  I get along with my children very well.”
► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “No. Rough at the edges and sometimes I stumble. But I like this.”
► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Yes.”
► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Briefly, once..”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “No.”
► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Yes.”
► Who is your best friend ➔ “I can have six or seven, right?”
► Who knows everything about you ➔ “Nobody.”

industry13:

I haven’t updated in ages as there have been some major developments that have changed my entire life over the course of two months—amazing things—but shuffling my life around has caused a major slow-down in my work and posting. I’ll tell you guys about it later. 

For now, enjoy a WIP of a commission I’m working on. 

So happy to hear the major developments are good ones! Looking forward to seeing how this goes!

tyleril-silversword-backupblog:

industry13:

~fin! Don’t get an awful lot of WOW commissions. Bloodelf!

The apartment had been empty of food for the last two days and Samiel was tired of it. He was so tired of it Tyleril had been pulled out of working at the smithy early.  “No more tavern food.” Samiel told Tyleril as if he was the adult. “We need food at home that’s healthy and tavern food isn’t as good as food at home.” Still wearing his smithy clothes- a knee length sleevless grey tunic and pants with his hair tied in a sloppy bun- Tyleril smiled down at Samiel.

There was something adorable about Samiel grabbing his hand and dragging him to the market. Tyleril wasn’t allowed to shop today. Samiel went from vendor to vendor, all on his own. Apples, dried food. A sack of flour, Tyleril carried what didn’t fit into their bag. Lost in his tired thoughts Tyleril simply followed after Samiel slowly. 

“-Pop?”

Tyleril blinked as Samiel tugged at his tunic. “Y-yes? What are you eyeing?” He turned towards the smell of a stand filled with meat of a dubious quality. “I don’t think-”

“No pop. That.” Samiel tugged at Tyleril’s tunic again. “Someone drew you pop.”

A copy of a painting long forgotten made Tyleril blink. “Oh.” He looked at the painting. He had done a lot of things for coin to keep himself afloat after his significant other passed. Some more dubious than others. But that one job was just a painting. He had thought nothing of it- all he did was lay in the water for days- and it had slipped from his mind once he had been paid. It never occured to Tyleril that the painting would be sold- or even if copies were made. “That’s you Pop.” samiel tugged at Tyleril’s tunic andeyed his father with concern as Tyleril went red.

“Oh, I ah. don’t worry about it Samiel.”

“But Pop-”

“Samiel.”