Re: log: scott & ema
She watched his posture adjust to something a little more stalwart and commanding, which was something new that she thought suited him like the mask he wore. She was forced into reflecting on how much time had passed since she'd seen him last, and the years felt impossibly long, it was all so much further away than it had felt a few minutes ago.
Something a little more natural, more approachable befell the pull of his shoulders, and that was familiar. Familiar enough to hurt a little, and she didn't know why. She watched him stumble through his words, but the words were like an echo barely heard in the moment because she was impressed by how much he looked like he belonged, how powerful he'd become. She thought he looked at home in his suit and tie, and she couldn't help but to feel a little proud. Her Demon.
But time slipped back into place when he cleared his throat with a cough and that question. "They asked me to come, so I came. Didn't they tell you?" Of course, they hadn't. She'd even asked Jason not to tell Scott that she was here because she preferred the honesty that came with the element of surprise. Ema didn't know why, but it'd been a concern that if he'd known, he might have been guarded or hidden away, and that seemed so very opposite of this moment that she was forced to accept that not everybody reacted the way she did.
She stepped a little closer, her heels clicked for him like a breadcrumb trail of movement that he could easily follow by listening. And when she spoke again, she was definitely smiling. "What do I smell like?"