Memories | @clairdclunc ft Tian & Minho (or Soobin! your choice!)
“So, you’ve come for my help once more-” the dragon murmurs softly as he slowly swirls the lid of the tea cup across the smooth rim of the old clay cup, filling their ears with the low scraping of clay, fitting with the light chime from wind chimes as they flutter in the breeze of the open window. “You never just want tea these days” Tian hums playfully, eyes glancing up at the mystery-seeker, before back down to the tea set as he sets the lid down and pours away the first brew to start again.
He is a fan of hiding his future and past telling where possible, but in some instances the Qilin will help where he can by seeing what he can. “I can help-” he says softly, before slowly uncurling the long fingers of one hand to offer it out before wiggling them lightly. “-for a price” he continues, but quickly his lips are curling in mischievous fun. He doesn’t want money, he wants something much more precious. Memories.