Do more from the jump? Most people freshly started in the way of magic spent months reading before even thinking of trying what Timothy Drake had just tried. And most people had the added benefits of mentors and teachers and possibly even a whole network of peers to learn with or from. To read a grimoire in a week and then to condense conjured smoke into something with shape and form?
Constantine would be shitting himself.
While Tim lost himself in the magic running through his fingertips, Jason moved further into the room. He was careful to stay quiet and to give Tim his space, but he found a chair and settled into it, leaning a little against the conference table to get a better look at the smoke figures. And they were smoke, Jason could smell the acrid burn of it, recognizing both wood and coal...but there was something else as well. He closed his eyes and parted his lips to run the scent over the roof of his mouth as well and even in this shape, his senses picked up something...else. Something stronger. Almost metallic against the back of his tongue.
It brought a flash of something large and scaled to his mind's eye and his eyes snapped open as, once again, Tim's last name flickering through his thoughts. It was nothing, right? Surely just a coincidence and nothing more. Things like that didn't exist.
Of course, things like him weren't supposed to exist, either.
Tim caught him looking, the humanoid smoke figure no more than wisps in the air and Jason huffed a breath before schooling his features into something more neutral as he shrugged. "Nothing. You're good at that, that's all. Eat a protein bar or something. You smell a little crispy around the edges."
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Constantine would be shitting himself.
While Tim lost himself in the magic running through his fingertips, Jason moved further into the room. He was careful to stay quiet and to give Tim his space, but he found a chair and settled into it, leaning a little against the conference table to get a better look at the smoke figures. And they were smoke, Jason could smell the acrid burn of it, recognizing both wood and coal...but there was something else as well. He closed his eyes and parted his lips to run the scent over the roof of his mouth as well and even in this shape, his senses picked up something...else. Something stronger. Almost metallic against the back of his tongue.
It brought a flash of something large and scaled to his mind's eye and his eyes snapped open as, once again, Tim's last name flickering through his thoughts. It was nothing, right? Surely just a coincidence and nothing more. Things like that didn't exist.
Of course, things like him weren't supposed to exist, either.
Tim caught him looking, the humanoid smoke figure no more than wisps in the air and Jason huffed a breath before schooling his features into something more neutral as he shrugged. "Nothing. You're good at that, that's all. Eat a protein bar or something. You smell a little crispy around the edges."