Julia Ducournau makes history by winning the Palme d’or for Titane.
She follows Bodil Ipsen who won in 1946 for The Red Meadows, which she co-directed with Lau Lauritzen Jr. the year all films In Competition at Cannes were jointly awarded the Palme d’or.
Jane Campion, the only other woman director winner, tied for the Palme d’or in 1993 with her film The Piano.
Summary:Because, even a man like Silco, sometimes needs reassurance. When all he’s ever been to others, is a monster. Inside and Out. (Word Count: 3.7 K)
Tags:Jealousy, Fluff, Romance and Light Angst, Non-sexual Intimacy, Declarations of Love/Words of Affirmation, Some Light-Hearted Banter.
A/N:Big thanks to @hanaa.s_art5 (IG) for the beautiful art she created for this fic. –♥– Nestled comfortably on his lap, your legs flung over his armrest while his arms rested on your shins, acting as support for the book he held single-handedly with his large hand and long lithe fingers. With your head propped on his chest, supposedly reading with him yet, your ‘reading time’ was just a big excuse so you could have some cuddle time with Silco. Why you didn’t just ask for it? You didn’t know and he didn’t either.
But he didn’t mind it. Not at all. And it also gave him an excuse to do multiple things that he truly enjoyed: 1- to dote on you first and foremost, 2- to tease you and see your flushed cheeks as you got so easily flustered when he did the bare minimum. The man was going to take every opportunity possible to unveil the truth behind your schemes, because he could and you were too adorable to resist.
All it took was for him to murmur “Hm, it’s cuddle time, already?” as you took your seat in his lap and wrapped your arms comfortably around his slim waist so you could get comfy in his embrace. Your quips and pouts were all for naught. You weren’t going to deny yourself some affection from your lover. He did not have any intention of abstaining from doing just that and passing on the chance of having his beloved in the safety of his own arms.
Everything should’ve felt right. That was the problem. Keyword: should’ve. You were cradled warmly in the arms of your lover. You sat together on his desk chair as you always had, not bothering to sit on the love seat that he was apparently placed in his office for naught. Why? Because you were gonna sit in his lap. His lap was your seat, that was it. And Silco wouldn’t have it any other way.
You didn’t blame him for calling you his pet, sometimes. You didn’t really mind it, because you surely did act like one.
Your lover, your man, master of manipulation, persuasion and crime, was more than capable of masking his emotions, burying his strongest and most paralyzing fears, deep within his heart. Yet, if it wasn’t in his face, in his expression or in his eyes, if it wasn’t the way he spoke or addressed you, it was always in the subtlest of actions that gave him away. You loved him more than anything in this world so if there was a menial change in what Silco would normally do, the two of you effortlessly falling into patterns that you had weaved together, you were bound to notice.
Notice the way his hands were simply placed on the armrest, letting you occupy the space on his lap. He was simply a convenient sitting spot for you, rather than what he usually did; his long fingers gripping your waist or lying restfully upon your stomach. Sometimes he even drew heedless shapes over your arms, soothing motions that he did unconsciously, movements that were practiced steps that you couldn’t go without. Yet, there was none of that. No gentle touches and none of the impromptu kisses he would place on your temple occasionally upon flipping through pages of whatever he was reading.
Yet here you both were. It had been over 10 minutes since Silco last turned to the next page or asked you to do so for him. This led you to believe, a calculated assumption and deduction based on all the facts that you currently had, that something was on his mind and it was bugging him. Your heart just sank at the thought that it was because of you. This would explain why he seemed slightly detached. The racing thoughts in your mind paid you no favour, just pouring more fuel to the bubbling anxiety inside you.
