Cloqwork I beg with the wettest pleading eyes ever
What they had was an understanding.
As treatment for the weight of their lonely, barren lives, the professor and the crow would sometimes enact little rituals of physical pleasure.
A kiss here, a touch there. Just enough to remind them of what it was like to be a human being.
And to ease the yearning for human contact that they both knew they could not indulge in.
As long as there was the mission, the walls must stay up.
But the neither one of them wanted to acknowledge the pangs of longing for one another that they felt.
Instead of talking about it, Qrow drank.
Instead of questioning it, Ozpin worked.
And neither really wanted to see the parallels between their current situation and their previous relationships.
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