ʸᵒᵘ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᶦᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ʳᵘᶰ ☾

Jovie is remaining in Brighton but has withdrawn herself from a lot of her social obligations to focus on her dance.

Because of this concentration + focus level, she’s doing less of her work for her rinsing career and needs to supplement her rent costs with an actual job instead of just busking.

Luckily, she’s got a part time job at a Brighton dance school which keeps her busy and doing what she loves!

In the mornings, she teaches yoga at a fitness gym and from the late morning on, she’s sharing her dancing talents with interested young Brightonians who share her passion.

With Jackson back home, though, she’s feeling a bit lost and dejected which has also inspired her social withdrawal my poor child.

Especially with it being the holiday season, she’s longing for a taste of home and her dance reminds her of how things used to be.

Her insecurities are at a high, despite doing something she enjoys. Mostly because she’s afraid that with a “stable job”, she’s never going to want to leave to actually pursue her dance in the contexts of a company or troupe -- after all if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. She’s afraid of being too comfortable and not progreessing.

But that’s a fear for the future -- right now, she’s gotta focus on staying above water. 

If you have a connection with Jovie, you are more than welcome to headcanon it continuing + message me if ever you need some information regarding it!

charlie: :( pls join us then. i don't want you to be alone

charlie: you'd be in good company of many blonde women like myself

jovie: i'm not really... idk! i don't want to crash your fam plans. besides, we might give your family the wrong idea!

charlie: oh sorry, i'm just slowly going mad. but yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it. i think they're staying until the day after christmas, but my aunts might stay until new year's

charlie: you have jack though! i mean, you both could always join us if you needed company.

jovie: i'm sure you're not the only one, this time of year.

jovie: that's too long for extended fam. i could deal with a week but that's full on almost TWO and i wouldn't sign up for that hell.

charlie: the first christmas where we don't have to travel to cambridge for dinner yet somehow they all are coming here anyway in a week...save me

charlie: "oh, penny (my mum) dear, we were all thinking we'd love to see that house of yours in brighton. and we wouldn't want to miss you at the dinner. what if you hosted this year?" -- grandmama

charlie: my mum who loves her sisters and is too sweet to say no - "oh i suppose, as long as i get some help with the cooking. and we'd have to check on maxwell's (my dad) schedule."

charlie: my mum, the least religious person, is now looking at nativity scenes on amazon...h e l p

jovie: this was the most complicated string of texts i think i have ever received so pardon me for not following

jovie: but i think i got the gist of it. family is coming and your house is going to be wild for the next week?

Doom and gloom and an exceedingly pensive Hadley welcome merry-makers on the more festive end of the Brighton Pier today. The skies are dark, and he’s feeling their ominous presence on a spiritual level, uncertainty etched over his features as sure as weariness is. He sits on a bench just shy of an ice cream shop, and past that, a pub, and he’s currently torn between which one he wants to visit more. On one hand, frozen treats usually cheer him up to no end, but on the other hand, he can barely feel his hands, and he’s not sure he’d rather have something warm in his belly. His last visit to a pub turned out quite well for him, after all. 

There’s a lot of weight on his shoulders, beginning with the impending doom of a Monday tomorrow, and he still hasn’t got any idea where it ends. Either way, he’s cracking a bit, and the anxiety and exhaustion are making it difficult for him to think clearly about just about anything. He’d gotten restless staying in, and yet he hasn’t the slightest idea what he’s doing out either. It’s an erratic and incredibly disheartening sort of energy that drives him, like seeking fulfilment and never quite getting it. When he speaks, he carries a hint of frustration in his tone that has no real direction aside from completely inward. Not to be taken personally. “Ice cream or alcohol? Or both? Or maybe I should just…” He trails off then, a muscle in his jaw tightening. Just what? He doesn’t know.

     with the impending threat of rain and the increasing chill in the air, she’s decided against setting up her portable dance floor for the day. it’s been a decision she’s had to make a lot more often than she would like, putting a damper on her spirits and a lightness to her wallet. the discrepancy she’ll have to make up for in her online activities though she prefers it to be the other way around. relying on the attentions of a man for her main source of income had never been the plan. granted, neither had busking but that’s another story. she’s still contemplating the missteps of her life and career path when she happens upon her friend (could she call him that?) and protégé, hadley.