Take me to church | girlxgirl

God is a woman and she fucks a woman

Isabelle sat on the wooden deck that connected the house to the garden, much like the one in Robin's house. She hugged her knees to her chest as she once again reflected on the events that transpired leading up to her birthday: The brutal killing of the priest inside the church, her father going to prison, graduating early and not attending the ceremony, her mother being allowed to take her back and moving in with her.

Everything happened so fast but she was thankful that she had the people who love and support her around, keeping her grounded through it all. Regardless if she was the talk of the town she used to live in, being the mayor's daughter and all, it didn't bother her anymore. She learned early on that if it weren't Robin's, her mother's, or her friend's opinion then it wouldn't take any space on her mind.

The fact that she didn't struggle over the gruesome death of the priest and the prosecution of her father came as a surprise to her. Isabelle questioned her sanity because of the lack of negative emotions over the supposed traumatic events. Thankfully, her therapist put her mind at ease when she reassured her that there was no formula that will tell her how to react to a certain stimulus, but that they were going to process it together in the following sessions.

There was the sense of relief from the fact that the object of her nightmares is long gone, but sleepless nights still visited her some days, though not as intense as it used to. The initial guilt that plagued her for the arrestment of her father was long gone as she recognized that she cannot be held accountable for other people's choices.

Once the whole fiasco blew over, Isabelle found herself in solitude among the trees that surrounded her mother's house. They lived in the edge of the city, only two towns over from where she used to live. Despite being relatively close, the air was fresh and it was much more peaceful. The only disadvantage of living there so far was she couldn't see Robin whenever she wanted.

It had been almost a week since she last saw her girlfriend— yes, they finally made it official— and she was in desperate need to bask in her presence.

She didn't have to wait long however, as the doorbell eventually rang, announcing the arrival of the shorter girl. They were going to celebrate Isabelle's 18th birthday together with her family and her friends: Yohan and Caroline. Robin arrived earlier than her friends since she insisted on helping with the decorations, regardless of how minimal it was going to be.

When Isabelle opened the door, she was greeted by Robin holding a brown paper bag on one arm and a piece of paper on the other hand. The girl wore a white turtle neck that had a tiny embroidery of a turtle, tucked into black leather miniskirt, and over it a black leather blazer that went down to her upper thighs. She obviously went all out, what with the white heeled ankle boots and all.

Once her eyes went over her girlfriend's outfit twice--okay, maybe thrice-- she met Robin's warm brown eyes. The latter was grinning at her, sending a wink before leaning against the pillar next to her, only to lean too far and fall over.

An unbecoming snort came out of Isabelle but she bit her lip to contain her laughter when Robin sent her a glare. The shorter girl dusted herself when she recovered, taking a step towards Isabelle then slamming the card on the girl's chest before pushing her way inside the house.

Unable to keep it in, Isabelle let out a laugh as she opened the birthday card which only had "ily, bitch" written on it.

Robin was already schmoozing with her mother by the hallway. The taller girl watched in amusement as she leant on the wall beside Robin, who was talking about how trees can feel pain, have memories, and that tree parents live with their tree children. How they got in that conversation, Isabelle couldn't be bothered to ask.