Eliot Spencer and His Daemon

Leverage daemon!AU art.

Blurb about Eliot Spenser and his Pygmy Hippopotamus daemon, Saran:
Saran is a Mongolian name meaning "moon"

Eliot knew what most people thought when they saw Saran. They thought he was a push over. Thought he was a joke. Thought it was funny to point and laugh. It was one of the reasons he'd learned to fight. But he was more than muscle. More than just what people saw.

It was Ford who saw more in him. Ford who gave him a chance to be more. To show the world that he and Saran were a force to be reckoned for more reasons than their strength.

One evening as he sat in the rather nice space Hardison had set up as their office, reading, he was surprised when Saran suddenly began running around the table, chasing after something. "Sar? What the..."

He blinked as a tiny blue blur shot towards the door just as Parker appeared, Saran scrambling to stop herself before she ran the blonde over. "Oh," the thief giggled as the little speck of blue crawled up her leg. "There you are Zosimos. Were you bugging Eliot?" She giggled in that way that made Eliot somewhat nervous before turning and prancing away.

"The hell was..." He started as Saran trotted back over to him.

"Playing tag with Zosimos," Saran explained and, if hippos could grin she'd certainly be grinning. "He's it, by the way."

Eliot huffed and shook his head. "Splendid."