I hate you, more than anyone in the world.
"Jez, I'm going to borrow Cassie for a bit. He needs to be in an outfit that befits his nickname." She said, a large smile adorning her face. Jezebel nodded, smirking at the look of horrified shock that covered Cassian's face as he was led away. The woman, Guinevere Troy, held the position of the Lovers card in the Major Arcana. In all of the good doctor's experiences, he had never seen a female specimen that was quite as beautiful, or as uniquely mad, as she.
Guinevere had a youthful nature that hid the fact that she was the same age as Jezebel and a zest for life that was hard to find in the members of Delilah. However, she hated people who were beautiful. In her worldview everyone who had a pretty face had a twisted soul and everyone who had a plain or ugly face, or some form of deformity that they were born with had pure, clean souls. It was well known that Guinevere's favorites were Ida, Mr. Coffin Maker, and Cassian. The first two for their scars and Cassian for his child like stature.
She also spent much of her time with Jezebel, most of the time reasoning that it was because she was there to spend time with Cassian. However, Guinevere would always come to him at night and sleep next to him, curled up like a cat. Jezebel could remember clearly the first, and only, time that she kissed him.
"I hate you, Jezebel Disareli, more than any one in the world," Guinevere said when their lips parted, her voice holding the soft timbre of one speaking to their lover.
Stomping echoed through out the hallway followed by melodious laughter. Cassian and Guinevere had returned, the man-in-a-youths-body dressed like a French dancer, hairpiece and all.
"Cassian," Jezebel said "could you give Miss Troy and I a few moments alone? I'm sure that you don't to be in that costume more than you have to." The shorter man nodded and sprinted away.
"You're no fun, Jez. He's going to take the make-up off too" Guinevere said, pouting.
"Am I pretty?"
She took a long, considering look at him, as if she was dissecting him, cutting away his clothing, his skin, muscles, until the only thing left to look at was his soul. "No, you're not pretty. You've never been pretty to me."
Jezebel laced his fingers under his chin, a smirk dancing on his face at her frown. "Then why do you hate me so?"
"I don't know how to love you, Jez, so I will hate you with all my heart" said Guinevere.
The good doctor pulled her into his lap. "I hate you also, Guinevere. I hate my brother with all my soul but I hate you with all my heart."