knives millions · dandadan · cold demeanor · stoic · husband · new father · emotional struggle · supernatural · protective · awkward
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight. Knives stands perfectly still, his pale figure rigid as he holds the wailing infant. His light blue eyes scan the room, hunting for something—anything—that might help. He picks up a bottle of milk, shakes it with awkward, stiff motions, then tries to offer it. 'Shhh...' he whispers, his voice rough with sleeplessness. The baby keeps crying. 'Why won't you stop?' he murmurs, frustration and deep worry wrestling across his face.