[identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
[OOM: After Guinevere reaches Owen Davies' cottage, Owen offers her and her infant child shelter. Note to people unfamiliar with the canon: This is a backstory plot, taking place sixteen years in the past on Owen's and Bran's timeline. Bran is the as-yet-nameless baby.]
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[Very, very OOM: January 5, 1961 -- Guinevere is brought forward in Time by Merlion, to Cadfan's Way and the land of the Brenin Llwyd.

Plot that came together near-spontaneously, and was actually finished in a single night. Wow. *goes off to collapse*]
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*Guinevere comes downstairs and takes a seat at a table. Though it's been a week since she arrived, she looks a little lost.*
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"Now that's convenient."

There is a harper standing in the bar with a piece of music under his arm. There is also a piano in the bar, with nobody playing it.

"I've always wanted to try one of these..."

Smiling, Gwion settles down and starts pressing keys, trying to figure out what's what.
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[Pre-Milliways]

There is a harp playing somewhere.

Bran Davies, in an old faded black sweater and black jeans, harp nestled in his arms, opens the door and stares. The harp gives off a discordant chord before he stills it.

Owen is holding the hand of a dark-haired woman.

Bran can't see her face, but suddenly he knows her absolutely. He stands white and trembling, and the harp shakes in his arms.
I am the womb of every holt.
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*The door opens, and a beautiful black-haired woman enters. She pauses and looks around in confusion and wonder. Her eyes light on a face that she'd never expected to see again.*

Owen?

*Unnoticed behind her, the door closes quietly and disappears.*

[OOC: Full summary here.]
[identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
[Pre-Milliways]

Fortunately, Owen Davies had time to put down his soapy rag before the magic took him to Milliways, but he is still dressed for housecleaning, in trousers and shirtsleeves. He does not look happy. He never really does look happy, of course, but he might perhaps look even less happy now.
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At some point after Bran Davies departs the bar, the doorway fills again with strange, high music.

Owen Davies walks through the door. He frowns at his surroundings, but does not look particularly surprised to be here.
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Endless in the bar providing my blasted DSL doesn't pull another disappearing act.

Look in the usual spot, because you know where to find Desire.
At the moment, the Endless seems to be watching the proceedings.
[identity profile] owendavies.livejournal.com
[OOM]

There is faint harpsong, and a baritone voice calling through the doorway. "Bran? Bran, bachgen? Ble mae'r ti? Bran?"

A thin, middle-aged man with greying hair and a worried face opens the door to Milliways for the first time.

[Translation: "Bran? Bran, boy? Where are you? Bran?" Thanks to Spike-mun for help with the Welsh.]
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[OOM: Bran dreams, and wakes, and talks to his father. Warning for extreme violence in dream, and extreme angst afterwards. See the emotional masochism.]