[Some spirit in this one; he’d expected nothing else, but it is pleasing nonetheless. If Sasori is sufficiently watchful, he may catch the small twitch of a smile at the corner of Asami’s mouth.
It passes in less than a breath, however; he’s still looming -- a broad-shouldered man, and one who is all too well-aware of his physical presence. His dark robes do little to conceal the sharply tailored suit beneath them.]
I wonder, Professor, if it’s my school that’s lacking, or merely your command of your authority.
[His hand extends itself, now, to catch the tender underside of Sasori’s jaw; he pulls it up even further, with a grip that is perhaps a tad uncomfortable in its force. The smile is gone now; all that is left is the inscrutable look in his eyes as they surmise Sasori’s pretty, youthful face.]
[ Sasori's spine straightens and his eyes widen briefly when unyielding fingers close around his chin and tilt his face upwards. It's an escalation he doesn't expect, an outrageous and unacceptable liberty for someone who guards his personal space as closely as he does, but what makes Sasori angriest is his stomach curling back in on itself due to the subtle thrill that seems to emanate straight from Asami's fingers and shiver outwards within and without.
Sasori might be more independently-minded than some of his old housemates but even he possesses that Slytherin inclination towards the hierarchical. Ambition leads to competition which inevitably leads to the division between winners and losers; how else does one measure great power without the yardstick of the lesser to compare it with? And Asami wears authority as well as he does his suit and cloak, so much so that it occurs to Sasori that he's never really questioned or pushed back against it until now.
It might be that reaction that he's truly rebelling against rather than the slight to his pride when he mouths off like a Gryffindor brat half his age, his gaze not wavering in the slightest. ]
An overt demonstration of power is unavoidably necessary when dealing with the stubborn and the foolish, sir.
[ He knows it's a mistake as soon as he says it, as much of an error as drawing his wand would've been, the movement of his throat when he swallows a tell of that awareness. There's no way that those words couldn't be turned right back around upon him just as easily.
[He takes a look at that stubborn, proud, pale face in his grasp, those defiant eyes. He hasn’t changed much; still with the same delicate features hiding the same sharp viciousness, still looking deceptively young.
But most delicious is that little spasm in his throat; he can feel the tiny movement under his fingers, and it’s loud in the silence behind them, and the look in Asami’s eyes promises many things, none of them particularly kind.
He doesn’t sound particularly upset when he asks the question.
He sounds amused.]
Are you looking to provoke me? [It’s rhetorical, and he goes on almost immediately.]
ehehe i'm glad :3c asami has Plans
It passes in less than a breath, however; he’s still looming -- a broad-shouldered man, and one who is all too well-aware of his physical presence. His dark robes do little to conceal the sharply tailored suit beneath them.]
I wonder, Professor, if it’s my school that’s lacking, or merely your command of your authority.
[His hand extends itself, now, to catch the tender underside of Sasori’s jaw; he pulls it up even further, with a grip that is perhaps a tad uncomfortable in its force. The smile is gone now; all that is left is the inscrutable look in his eyes as they surmise Sasori’s pretty, youthful face.]
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Sasori might be more independently-minded than some of his old housemates but even he possesses that Slytherin inclination towards the hierarchical. Ambition leads to competition which inevitably leads to the division between winners and losers; how else does one measure great power without the yardstick of the lesser to compare it with? And Asami wears authority as well as he does his suit and cloak, so much so that it occurs to Sasori that he's never really questioned or pushed back against it until now.
It might be that reaction that he's truly rebelling against rather than the slight to his pride when he mouths off like a Gryffindor brat half his age, his gaze not wavering in the slightest. ]
An overt demonstration of power is unavoidably necessary when dealing with the stubborn and the foolish, sir.
[ He knows it's a mistake as soon as he says it, as much of an error as drawing his wand would've been, the movement of his throat when he swallows a tell of that awareness. There's no way that those words couldn't be turned right back around upon him just as easily.
But he's also too proud to take it back. ]
Re: the latest of the late replies /)_(\
But most delicious is that little spasm in his throat; he can feel the tiny movement under his fingers, and it’s loud in the silence behind them, and the look in Asami’s eyes promises many things, none of them particularly kind.
He doesn’t sound particularly upset when he asks the question.
He sounds amused.]
Are you looking to provoke me? [It’s rhetorical, and he goes on almost immediately.]
...And how shall I demonstrate mine to you?