Viotas Vespoli -- D4 -- FIN

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Mind. Body. Soul.

[/i] The power of three is all around us. Sea. Sky. Fire. [/i]It doesn’t surprise me that I’m a triplet because of this. There are lots of Vespoli’s around, but none like us. Hudson, Davitt, and myself we’re special. We’re the three. Of course it would be me who breaks the perfection that would be being identical. The fact I’m the only girl of the three of us hasn’t been lost on the boys…but I don’t think they mind. It’s not like they’d be complete without me any way. The three of us, we’re all connected, we’re all a piece to the puzzle; and without it, we’d never be whole.

Of course I look different than the boys. They’re perfectly symmetrical, exactly the same…and I’m not. My hair is long and stringy while theirs is shorter and the top curls. Sometimes I can’t even figure how we’re all the product of the same parents, but even so I’d never question that they’re my matches. My eyes are too big for my face giving me a perpetually shocked look. People sometimes tease that you can’t tell the real color of a Vespoli’s eyes due to the redness and slack eyed ness that our recreations create, but I’m the exception. There’s no doubt that my eye are blue as the sea we live by. If I had any sort of reason to worry about the way I looked I’d probably say they’re the best thing about me.

That’s not to say I’m not pretty in my own way. Ma used to say I was her little sea nymph, thin as the reeds by the shore and only just as tall. Like some olden magical creature I’d sometimes run down to the ocean and pretend I was one with the waves and the sea, just like my brothers were one with me. You see we’re all connected. From one comes all and all is one. [/color] Never mind the difference in our physical appearances, the slight little sliver of a nose that I had versus the fuller shapelier ones that sat upon my brothers’ faces. When it came down two it the three of us seemed to be the only thing that made sense. And maybe that is how I found myself in Hudson’s arms curled up so frequently in his bed the same way I imagined us interlocked in our mother’s womb. My skinny arms and legs tangled around his as we slept. There were nights Davitt slipped in as well the three of us smushed together breathing in unison as the night passed. Those nights were the nights I felt whole. I loved my brothers more than I could explain because they weren’t just part of me, they were me.

The Vespoli’s were different if you asked the people who knew of us. We weren’t hardened careers like you’d expect from District 4. In fact I really didn’t know much about fighting or weapons at all. My words were my power, my songs… my dancing…nothing that really mattered to the people who’d rather watch someone throw a knife than express their heart. That’s why my ukulele was my most prized possession…material things were irrelivent to most of us, but I couldn’t deny how important it was to me. Maybe I was too kind hearted, maybe I was naïve, but I didn’t think that wasting my time perfecting the swinging of a blade was in sync with what Ma and Pa would’ve wanted for us. Lovers not fighters was what I lived by. Peace and happiness were more important than what was forced on us. If I was to be reaped at least I’d die with love in my heart. There was too much joy in our fires by the beach with the singing and drums and the way we connected with our souls for me to waste it on learning tricks to harm someone else. Gentle hands make gentle hearts.

It would be a lie to say I didn’t enjoy getting baked with the rest of my family. It was just part of daily life around here, it’s better than some of the other stuff people get hooked on if you ask me. I’ve seen what morphling can do and I’d much rather just chill out with a joint in my hand and my feet in the sand. I can’t help it if you don’t understand..I just ask that you don’t judge me, because I’d never judge you. Call me a hippie, call me a tree hugger, it doesn’t bother me because it’s true, just don’t expect me to cave to your crazy expectations of what a child of District 4 should be.

I guess I shouldn’t be so open with the fact I love my brothers, some people call it unnatural, but how more natural can it be to want to spend and share your love and affection with someone who has been there for you since the moment of conception. I’d never outright tell Davitt I love Hudson more though. But deep down he has to know. We used to hide our kisses and the way our hands would reach out to twine together at first, but now I don’t see the reason to. We’re one love. One soul. Ever since I can remember its always been us.
Sometimes the thoughts of Davitt or Hudson being reaped do drift into my thoughts, how could I survive with one of them gone, especially if it was my Hudson? How would it feel to never feel him nuzzled against my neck whispering “Vivi I love you.”[/i][/color] again? Would anyone else understand? Would Davitt turn to hold me close and let me explore him trying to erase the memory and the pain? Or would it be like part of me would never breathe again? The thoughts would always slip away then as I realized there were careers who would die to volunteer in his spot. He’d never leave me and I’d never leave him.

But Ma and Pa said they’d never leave us and they did. We still live in the old ship, the cabins and hollows of the hull becoming our bedrooms and shelter. It was perfect and lonely and we never wanted for more than we had because we didn’t know better. There was nothing that would’ve kept the world more perfect than if Ma and Pa had stayed with us…but as they say: Dust to dust and ashes to ashes … in the end we’re all we have and I know I’ll never ever let my family go.

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