Editing Meet the Primarchs (Warhammer High) (section)

===Alternative Meeting Sanguinius===

Sanguinius stared down at the young man in front of him. Despite the Primarch's stature in power armor, this man- but a child before him- stared up and met his gaze without flinching, without fear. It took him aback, and simultaneously gladdened him and made his blood boil. How dare he? How dare he look upon any Space Marine with anything but awe, how dare he date the daughter of a Primarch? Sanguinius flared his wings almost involuntarily, as he saw this young man kiss *his* daughter. The nerve! When she left to collect her things for the night ahead, Sanguinius drew his wings behind him and spoke with purposeful softness.

“If I might have a word with you in private, my son?”

“Sure thing, sir.”

The adjacent room had been lined with books, but it had yet to become a study.

“Are you fully aware of your situation, child?”

“I would think so, sir.”

“Are you mad?”

“Sir, no sir.”

“Are you stupid?”

“Sir, no sir.”

“Then why do you insist on dating my daughter? What makes you think you're worthy?”

“With all due respect, sir, fuck your shit.”

“WHAT?”

“You heard me.”

Before knew it, the Primarch had his sword at the boy's throat, yet the boy himself had not moved. He had not flinched, he had not even blinked.

“Where, child, did you find such audacity?”

The boy walked forward, scaled Sanguinius' armor, and looked him in the eye.

“Your daughter is the best thing to happen to me, ever. I paint miniature icons for a living, she's... herself. Every bit of logic says I shouldn't even look at her, and yet here we are. I am the luckiest guy on the face of this planet or any other, in the history of history. Do you really think you can scare me away from her?”

“Yes, child. Only the mad and the foolish would not fear my wrath.”

“Well that's love. Stupid and crazy.”

Sanguinius brush a blonde lock of hair away from his face and stared into the eyes of this fiery young man. Softly brown, yet blazing like the fury of a sun's heart. Staring defiantly at an angel above all others, a mighty and wise warrior, for the hand of his daughter. The Primarch felt a smile break.

“Have her back by eleven- and you know the rule: break her heart, I break you.”

“Of course, sir.”

“And please, call me Carmine.”

“You got it, Carmine.”

“Terras Gaius, what are you doing?” the girl's voice sounded from behind him- he could just hear her hands on her hips.

“Your dad wanted to know when I'm bringing you home.”

“Oh dad... I could have told you that! Now come on, we're going to miss the movie.”

“Right on!”

“Behave, Gaius,” the Primarch chided.

“Well, sir, since you asked me to call you Carmine... all my friends call me T.G.”