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Inseparable Duos

My current project is one I have been working on for years now, and though it's kind of large and deals with a lot of things and has a lot of themes and consistencies, one that I have been thinking a lot about recently is the concept of 'inseparable duos'. These are pairs of people who are so close that, no matter what happens, you assume they will still be together. On example in pop culture is Lorelai and Rory, in Gilmore Girls. They might have fights, they might not talk, but you know the whole time that they will make up - the characters in the show also assume they will make up. They're properly inseparable, after all. I've also seen Crowley and Aziraphale put into this category.

Some of this is genre specific, as well. A lighthearted story is more likely to support an inseparable duo, but a darker story that shows death and separation of families, etc. requires more character intentionality or interventions of fate for a duo to stay together. As an example on the lighthearted end, my story "Werewoof Undies" has a sort of variant of the 'inseparable duo' (the inseparable trio) in Max, Jake, and Ethan. They'll stick together no matter what - they're inseparable.

On the darker end of things, the protagonists of my current project (a trilogy that's almost to the editing stage) each book has a pair of protagonists that are an inseparable duo. The themes in the trilogy are darker and the events get to be grim, so there is threat of things like death separating a duo, but these duos are, by nature, inseparable. They won't let anything separate them, not even death.

Does anyone have any other examples of this, either in your own work or in pop culture? People who aren't just around each other for convenience or unless something comes between them, but two people (or more) that cannot be separated, no matter what?

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝘂𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 (𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 ) :: 𝗘𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰 . . .

𝗛𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

𝗢𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

𝗡𝗼𝗻-𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲,𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘀𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘀

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲

!!:: this is an original text written by me Etheny :: !!