#original character: saphiri

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Shadowheart, packing up her things to set out: And I think... we're all set. Gale: Good. Now... wait, where's Astarion? Saphiri, rolls her eyes then lifts her arm out from under her cloak, pulling her face mask down: He learned how to morph into a bat and I haven't got a moment's rest since. Astarion: *squeaks angrily at her* Saphiri: Watch your mouth, if you please. Shadowheart: Wait... you know what he just said? Saphiri, whispering: Not a word, but it sounded aggressive.

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Saphiri x Astarion

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| Saphiri x Astarion 2/?

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Saphiri X Astarion Pt 7/?

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I tried to breathe, but you stole my breath.

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| Saphiri x Astarion Pt 5/?

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| "I love you. I love this. And I want it all."

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| Saphiri x Astarion Pt 3/?

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| Saphiri x Astarion Pt 4/?

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| Saphiri x Astarion 1/?

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| Saphiri x Astarion Pt 2/?

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Saphiri x Astarion Screenshots

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With the bonus of the underdark echos tehe.

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Saphiri x Astarion Pt 6/?

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I might just head-canonise that Saphiri and Astarion knew eachother like fifty years prior to bg3, with Astarion trying to seduce her, and Saphiri playing along to get closer to him 'cause she's been sent to kill him. But during the night, when she woke up to slice his throat as he rested, she can't bring herself to do it for the first time, and just grabs her things and runs before anything happened to either of them.

Although, Cazador would be less then pleased at Astarion for this, and the same would go for Saphiri with her "employer" that was more like a slaver anyways. Gaslighting and threatening her into service, and beating her when she failed a job.

After they both had so many targets through their lives, they eventually forgot each other until laaate bg3 at most, when they finally were like "Oh wait... that did happen.".

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Astarion: *Pockets a bottle of wine at Withers' party.* Saphiri, glancing over his shoulder: What are you doing? Astarion: We'll need some for our... afterparty, won't we? *Winks*. Saphiri, reaching at the table: ...I suppose you're right, give me some.