Tim knew Janet as well as anyone could, so he expected before even opening the grimoire that the pages wouldn't hold the secrets to what he knew of white magic. Selfless hadn't been a word in her vocabulary. Yet somehow he was surprised at the darkness contained within. Dark magic--blood, shadow, necromancy--tools that could be manipulated and twisted to accomplish extraordinary things.
Disgust was the first emotion burning in his belly, but Tim's quick mind rapidly formed ideas on how it could be used in a less destructive way. Using his own blood to strength spells rather than harm another, using shadow magic to improve his own stealth and summoning shadows to have his back in a fight, speaking to the dead to solve a particularly difficult crime. There were options. The cost would be heavy, though. His soul. What was left of his innocence. Even his morality, if he wasn't careful.
So wrapped up in everything he was leaning, Tim didn't reappear on 'their' rooftop for nearly a week and a half. Only once he was satisfied that he'd learned everything he could through research, had memorized every symbol, and was fluent in the secret language in the book. All that was left was to... actually practice. And he didn't want to do that alone. Which was silly, really. What was Jason going to do to save him if something went badly? Still, despite his neglected self-care (far worse than usual, oops), Tim stood tall and looked incredibly determined. Waited for Jason to appear and stared up at him without flinching.
"I want you to be with me when I try this out." It was not phrased as a request or as a question. Tim clearly expected it of Jason, and wasn't shy about it.
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Disgust was the first emotion burning in his belly, but Tim's quick mind rapidly formed ideas on how it could be used in a less destructive way. Using his own blood to strength spells rather than harm another, using shadow magic to improve his own stealth and summoning shadows to have his back in a fight, speaking to the dead to solve a particularly difficult crime. There were options. The cost would be heavy, though. His soul. What was left of his innocence. Even his morality, if he wasn't careful.
So wrapped up in everything he was leaning, Tim didn't reappear on 'their' rooftop for nearly a week and a half. Only once he was satisfied that he'd learned everything he could through research, had memorized every symbol, and was fluent in the secret language in the book. All that was left was to... actually practice. And he didn't want to do that alone. Which was silly, really. What was Jason going to do to save him if something went badly? Still, despite his neglected self-care (far worse than usual, oops), Tim stood tall and looked incredibly determined. Waited for Jason to appear and stared up at him without flinching.
"I want you to be with me when I try this out." It was not phrased as a request or as a question. Tim clearly expected it of Jason, and wasn't shy about it.