I’m back again for another Top 5 Wednesday!
Today’s prompt: Favorite Bromances
While compiling this list, I learned something important: All my favorite bromances include boys who are snarky with each other, who are angsty with one another, and who totally depend on one another. Sounds about right! Good bromances hit the spot more often than good romance, at least in my readerly experience. And, fittingly, most of these bromances come from some of my favorite books.
I’m trying out something different today: Instead of blathering on about my fave bros, I thought I’d simply share some quotes that demonstrate their relationship and, of course, why I love them.
Read on for my favorites!
Kell & Rhy
from the Shades of Magic series by V.E. Schwab
What I love about them: The angst, the banter, the brothership.
Rhy held Kell’s pain in his hands, while Kell held Rhy’s life in his.
“Oh yes, your relationship with Miss Bard is positively ordinary.”
“Crossing worlds, killing royals, saving cities. The marks of every good courtship.”
Rhy shook his head, exasperated. “Kell isn’t the only one you fail to understand. My bond with him didn’t start with this curse. You wanted him to kill for me, die for me, protect me at all costs. Well, Mother, you got your wish. You simple failed to realize that that kind of love, that bond, it goes both ways. I would kill for him, and I would die for him, and I will protect him however I am able, from Faro and Vesk, from White London, and Black London, and from you.”
Kell smiled. It was a rare thing, and Rhy wanted to hold fast to it—he was the only one who could make his brother smile, and he wore it like a badge.
Darrow & Sevro
from the Red Rising series by Pierce Brown
Why I love them: the boy crying, the weirdly closer-then-friends friendship, the loyalty.
“You and I keep looking for light in the darkness, expecting it to appear. But it already has.” I touch his shoulder. “We’re it, boyo. Broken and cracked and stupid as we are, we’re the light, and we’re spreading.”
“Sevro.” I lean forward. “Your eyes…”
He leans in close. “Do you like ’em?”
“Bloodydamn. Did you get Carved?”
“By the best in the business. Do you like ’em?”
“They’re bloodydamn marvelous. Fit you like a glove.”
He punches his hands together. “Glad you said that. Cuz they’re yours.”
It is strange. This boy likes me. He insults me, but he likes me. Even stranger I desperately want him to like me. Why? I think it is because I feel as though he is the only one, including Roque and Cassius, who understands life. He is ugly in a world where he should be beautiful and because of his deficiencies, he was chosen to die. He, in many ways, is no better than a Red.
Locke & Jean
from the Gentleman Bastards series by Scott Lynch
What I love about them: the snark, the mothering, the complete dependence on each other.
“I don’t have to beat you. I don’t have to beat you, motherfucker. I just have to keep you here… until Jean shows up.”
“You’ve got that motherly concern in your eyes, Jean. I must look like I’m hammered as shit,” said Locke.
“Actually you look like you were executed last week.”
“Hardly efficacious.” Jean swapped a full bucket for an empty one and gave Locke a friendly pat on the back. “Dulling my nice sharp blades on a skull as thick as yours…”
Ronan & Gansey
from the Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater
Why I love them: the dependence, the oppositesness, and the dreaming.
Just then, in that moment, the thought of Gansey leaving for D.C. without him was unbearable. They had been a two-headed creature for so long, Ronan-and-Gansey. He couldn’t say it, though. There were a thousand reasons why he couldn’t say it.
“While I’m gone,” Gansey said, pausing, “dream me the world. Something new for every night.”
When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of Gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. Brothers.
“Did you get notes for me?”
“No”, Ronan replied,”I thought you were dead in a ditch.”
Kaz & Jesper
from the Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo
Why I love them: the angst, the search for approval, and the snark.
“Jesper, you’re tall, brown, and conspicuous–”
“All synonyms for beautiful.”
“And that means you’ll have to be twice as careful.”
“There’s always a price to be paid for greatness.”
“Try to take this seriously,” said Kaz, voice like a rusty blade. Was that actual concern? Jesper tried not to wonder if i was for him or the job.
Jesper’s life had been full of blessings. His father. His mother. Inej. Nina. Matthias leading them across the muddy canal. Kaz–even Kaz, with all his cruelties and failings, had given him a home and a family in the Dregs when Ketterdam might have swallowed him whole.
“You’re the one getting ready to bolt, Jesper. You just want me to run with you so you don’t have to feel so bad about it. For all your love of a fight, you’re always the first to talk about running for cover.”
“I made a mistake. I let my bad get the best of my good, but for Saints’ sake, Kaz, how long are you going to make me pay for a little forgiveness? […] How many times have I had your back in a fight? How many times have I gotten it right? Doesn’t that count for anything?” Jesper threw up his hands. “I can’t win with you. No one can.”
There you have it! My top 5 bromances. What are YOUR favorite bromances? Do we share any in common? Comment down below!
Until next time,