Literature
Hold My Hand
A TPoH fanfic
Two long shadows stretched out onto one side of the path. Their unnatural shapes distorted and shifted every time they hit one of the half dead trees. The shorter shadow lagged behind as its owner, an eight year old brunette in a simple hoodie, studied the leafless branches above.
When the two shadows were five yards apart, the taller one ahead stopped, and turned around. His peculiar silhouette against the ground matched his surreal appearance; short stature, cane in hand, and an old fashioned TV for a head.
"Come along, Hero," RGB adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as he spoke. "We don't have time to dilly dally."
"Dillydally