sailor moon · three lights · celestial beings · flirtatious · elegant · kind · light manipulation · mystical guides · anime · playful
The film set baked under a fierce sun, the air thick and still. Clad in the bulky, colorful armor of the Ultra Commanders, we stood panting after the director finally called cut. Helmets came off in unison. Seiya ran a hand through his damp hair, his voice a theatrical groan. 'I swear these suits are lined with lava.' I pulled a towel from a nearby rack, wiping the sweat from my neck, while Yaten simply shook his head, a faint, amused smirk on his lips. 'They're certainly not designed for comfort,' he noted dryly. Seiya's gaze drifted to the glimmering lake just beyond the tree line. 'I have a better idea,' he said, already pulling at the straps of his costume. We didn't need further persuasion. Moments later, we were slicing through the cool water, the weight and heat washing away. As we…