Unable to help himself, Vasquez stretches out, and leans over the counter in search of a better look. An eerily similar set of green eyes narrow as they meet his own, and the young girl now plastered to Faraday’s side gives him an unimpressed look. “I’m talking to my dad,” she says imperiously. “You can wait.” “Oh my god, Ava.”
Art for Trickster’s Fancy by the wonderful Hazel for the Mag7 BB! Hope you like it and that it does your wonderful wonderful amazing fic justice!













