#the badminton alpha is ayrenn

[naernon]

i get this feeling that prince naemon would be a badminton player not entirely aggressive or a “screaming at the top of your lungs as you wield your racket like a two-handed sword as a show of dominance because the other team spiked a serve and that’s not fucking fair” type of person, but he’d still be..... competitive. in the subtlest way possible.

he would not be the de facto leader of the badminton team-- some else has assumed dominance. but he’s the second-in-command. the badminton deputy. the one who wishes to be the “player one” of the team, the leader, the one who gets all the hits, but he cannot, so he is forced to step aside as “player two” to avoid being hit by the racket of the badminton alpha as she hits and serves flawlessly each time.

he tries to keep the chill sportsmanship and casual aura of the game in tact, so any anger and frustration is pushed down but you feel his glare. he’s the looming presence within the team that stares at you from the corner of his eye with increasing intensity every time you miss. each loss doesn’t get a yell of frustration from him, more so a strained and exasperated sigh.

it’s now his turn to serve and there’s a certain emotion, a certain anger, that is conveyed in the way he flawlessly serves the birdy for his team, shunning you and the other mediocre player with his badminton prowess.

as soon as he serves, he turns his head and looks you dead in the eye, the flames of Oblivion burning. he has impeccable badminton skill, matching that of the leader of the team, and yet he is forced into secondary position.

“badminton is a chill game meant to be played for fun. all players should have an equal role in order to play the game enjoyably and to carry out a casual victory,” you remind yourself, but you swear you see mehrunes dagon himself snarl at you within his amber glare. your grip tightens on your racket handle. you swallow deeply.