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Part 3 of Og!lloyd Whumptober!!
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2025-10-03
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More Bitter Than Sweet

Summary:

If you are not wanted, why must you stay?

-or-

Og!Lloyd decided to go, his presence is not welcome.

Notes:

Hiii!!! 3rd DAY!! LET'S GOOO!!

as usual, i shall declare that this work is quite depressing. Please proceed with caution.

This fic is part of the Whumptober Series, each story is a one-shot and is able to be enjoyed separately!

The prompt is based on this Tumblr post:
https://www.tumblr.com/whumptober/792871640607391744/whumptober-2025-prompts-list

And for today, I have chosen:

“I look in people’s windows, transfixed by rose golden glows.”

and

Isolation

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Please enjoy!!

Work Text:

It’s supposed to be a joke.

 

When Lloyd forces Javier to be his partner, it’s supposed to be a joke, a cruel joke, a punishment for one and a source of amusement for the other. 

 

“So, what do you think? Mr. Popular?”

 

Javier knows, even if he asked as if it’s an option, he asked not because he has the right to refuse, it’s all merely for formality.

 

Javier swallows his pride and accepts, he doesn’t want to, but it’s better than the alternative, he doesn’t want to imagine what kind of shenanigan the Young Master is up to. 

 

Yeah, it’s supposed to be a joke, he is supposed to be laughing.

 

But he didn't feel like he could.

 

Lloyd clutches the soft blanket of the familiar room, it hurts, his heart feels as if it’s been stabbed by a thousand needles while his body remains cold despite the promise of warmth.

 

Nothing really changed after that, it was as if the whole deal never happened, Javier grows colder while Lloyd hums in quiet amusement, he doesn’t desire Javier, to him, making Javier his is just a matter of personal satisfaction, if he can’t get any love, why must he? Suffering feels less painful if you share it with someone else.

 

Lloyd felt cold, he couldn't take it anymore, he went to the fireplace and tossed some wood into it.

 

Warmth..

 

Lloyd isn’t dumb, he isn’t deaf either, nor is he blind. He can see it, the way Javier looks at her, the daughter of Count Namaran, Silluria Namaran. The way they smile and connect right away, as if they are bonded by a deep connection, forged by their life before.

 

Warm..

 

His gentle smile and her quiet laughter.

 

Why was she here anyway?

 

Oh, right.

 

A business proposal.

 

The fiefdom is a poor one, with no name to it, or that is what it seems on the surface. In reality, the Frontera Barony is rich with natural resources, it’s just that the Barony have no idea how to harvest nor utilize it due to its unique geographic structure. 

 

It was like any other official party, nothing should have come up from it, but unlike the past, Count Namaran himself approaches Baron Frontera, he had heard rumours of rich resources sleeping underneath the fiefdom, the Baron, of course, tries to reason with him that the geographic structure is too uncooperative, no matter how hard they tried to come up with a solution, harvesting it is just highly implausible. But the Count refuses to listen,

 

“Yeah, I have heard, apparently your father and even your grandparents have tried to harvest it, they even hired a high ranking sorcerer but nothing came out of it.”

 

The Baron nods solemnly.


“The project has claimed multiple life in the past before, it’s best advised to just leave it alone for now. The sorcerer or the tool to harvest it haven’t been born or invented yet.”

 

The Count smirks.

 

“A sorcerer you say?”

 

And just like that, a deal is made, apparently that Silluria is a powerful sorcerer capable of doing whatever magic she fancied, a true genius.

 

And she did.

 

Under her spell and leadership, the project went smoothly, the natural resources were able to be collected without a hitch, and as part of the deal, they are to be betrothed, it’s just natural, with the two fiefdom connected via marriage, they can secure a higher standing both in business and politics.

 

It’s obvious by the way she acted, she is quiet, elegant and refined, her expression is stoic just like Javier’s, but for Lloyd, who is used to it, it’s really obvious.

 

She doesn’t have a shred of interest in him.

 

Every date is awkward.

 

It always ends with Lloyd finding a way to excuse himself.

It’s not only them.

 

The Count would laugh bitterly, telling Silluria that he is sorry, he absolutely didn’t realise that the eldest son of the Baron wasn’t the silver-haired knight, joking about how he regretted it. The room is always tense whenever he is there, the baron and baroness feeling alert and stiff, they know that it’s a mistake, Silluria definitely deserves someone better than him, and the answer is clearly there.

 

He is not welcomed, he is the problem, he needs to leave.

 

And whenever he did, laughter would emerge, the room feels a lot louder without him in it.

 

They certainly enjoyed it, the absence of his presence.

 

Lloyd splashes water into the freshly fed fireplace, it’s cold. Smoke feels his lungs but he doesn’t care about it.

 

He looks at the night sky, rivaling the darkness of the fresh ash.

 

He should have done this a long time ago.

 

It’s quiet, everyone is asleep, his body moves mindlessly, there isn’t a goal in his mind, his body moves automatically, bringing him to the pub.

 

Lloyd chuckled.

 

But this is not where he wanted to go, so he continued to walk.

 

He just needs to leave, to somewhere far, the furthest his feet can carry him.

 

Not to return, he wouldn’t be missed.





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