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It was a well known fact that Ignis Scientia hated boats. While he admired the proud naval traditions of the Empire he served, he simply hated boats. To him, they were slow and cumbersome and no, it hadn't nothing to do with seasickness. That had passed three days into their trip. Now, two weeks later, he was bored. Oh, he'd seen many beautiful vistas while on the open seas but there were only so many beautiful sunrises and sunsets that a man could take before they became commonplace and therefore boring.

Nights were no better. He'd grown used to the swaying by now, and while his cramped but well appointed quarters helped to ease that constant motion a bit, he still felt it keenly while trying to go to sleep. In the back of his mind, he idly wondered if his young royal charge was as chipper about the whole thing as he let on, or was it simply a matter of being polite and kind.

The days passed slowly with little to change them until the skies started to grow dark one day. Storms were uncommon this time of year so the threatening skies heralded a bad blow and sure enough, the winds cut around just as the sun started to go down. Once Ignis was sure that Prompto was safe in his own cabin, he retreated to his own, secure in the fact that the ship was manned by the best sailors the Empire had to offer and that they would be safe once everything blew over.

The storm was a fierce one, knocking the ship about as if it were a child's toy and Ignis found himself on the floor instead of tucked up in his bed and after the third time, he decided it would be best to just settle there once he checked in on Prompto and advised him to do the same.

He never made it to the prince's room. Not with the seas conspiring against him. A jerk of the ship sent him reeling into a wall and before he realized that he wasn't upright, a sickening crack split the air, followed by the scent of something burning. He knew then that he didn't have much time. He had to get Prompto to safety.

Everything happened too quickly to think after that. The last thing he remembered was running to find his charge when the ship pitched heavily to one side and then, darkness. There were snatches of consciousness then, flickers of vision and memories of images that he never imagined he'd see in his life. A burning ship splintering to pieces, the sounds of people screaming as they jumped for their lives and the glaring lack of his prince anywhere in those sights.

He never even realized he'd washed ashore on a beach. He'd barely been conscious enough to keep his grip on the debris that had carried him far enough... but hadn't he slipped off?
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It was the first time in close two weeks that they'd been able to secure a hotel room. Hunts had been scarce but once they'd hit a big one, they'd hit it big time and the earnings would be able to keep them comfortable in Lestallum for a few days while they rested up and refilled their stores.

There'd been a bit of a squabble over who would get the coveted shower first. Ignis quietly backed out with a huff and a shake of his head, leaving the others to suss it out. As always, things worked themselves out easily enough and not long after, Noctis and Prompto were both clean and back to their chipper selves.

Well, Prompto was back to his chipper self. Noctis was Noctis. That was enough.

Ignis disappeared into the bathroom after he asked the younger men to run a few errands for him. He was rarely one to linger while cleaning up but this time, he was sorely tempted. Still, he figured that Gladio would be eager for a chance at the remaining hot water so he dragged himself out of the bathroom, a towel around his hips and another one in his hands as he rubbed at his wet hair.

"All yours, if you want it."
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The prince's shadow. The babysitter. The nanny. Priggy Iggy. Killjoy. The royal asskisser.

Ignis was used to the nicknames. He was so used to them that by now, he didn't even hear them. At least, he never let on that he did. It was just easier that way. In some ways, some of them were true. He really was the prince's shadow. Ever since he'd been brought to the Citadel, he'd lived to serve the young royal as best he could. He was quick witted and had the uncanny ability to learn damn near everything put before him, be it history or complex battle strategies or how to mend clothing. Cooking was something else he was gifted with, though in the beginning, he had no desire to learn. Once the chefs that served the royal family threw up their hands in frustration at Noctis' picky eating did he step in and in the end, it was a good thing for everyone.

As they grew, he moved up in the court, attending meetings for the future monarch while he attended school, then tutoring him as best he could. Some of his contemporaries joked about that, commenting that there were bets over whether Ignis was alien or robot since they were sure he couldn't be a mere human.

In response, Ignis would merely push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and politely excuse himself. Where he went was anyone's guess.

When Noctis started learning the more martial aspect of his training, there was no doubt that Ignis would be in attendance. Every day, he dropped Noctis off and settled himself in a nearby corner, his nose in a book and patient to a fault while he waited for the overly loud meathead to finish chasing his young charge around the room.


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Ignis Scientia

August 2017

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