Alycia finished cleaning up in the shower before she put on her outfit and some simple make up. She smiled as she slipped on her shoes and did a little bit of curling with her hair. She then headed downstairs to make sure she had everything. She grabbed her jacket with her keys and phone to make sure Annie and Tom could reach her should they need to. She smiled hearing Hal at the front door before she opened it for him and smiled honestly a little excited for their date. She locked the door behind her before she walked with him towards the destination of their date. She was honestly glad that Annie and Tom were willing to watch Emma for her so they could go out.

She had never thought when she first met him that he would become such a big part of her life. Sure she thought and hoped that they'd be able to see each other more and chat, but she never imagined he'd become…well practically her world. She'd do anything to protect him, as well as Tom and Annie and of course Emma. She looked up at the sky and smiled seeing a few clouds were in the sky, but all in all it was going to be a semi nice day. At least it wouldn't rain. She walked by his side and enjoyed the walk with him, though she reminded herself to next time wear less high heels. But all in all she was happy.

"Looking upon you I am struck with the knowledge of how sailors must have felt with the first sight of land on the horizon."

He'd been around when all the literary greats had, of course he knew how to compliment a woman properly.

Hal had a difficult time not staring at her. Being a rather old-fashioned man, he liked it when he saw girls wearing dresses. No, he wasn't being sexist, it was just a preference. And no one did he enjoy seeing in dresses more than Alycia. She was beautiful, and she was his - at least, he considered her such. He rather hoped to have that figured out by the end of the night. But could he even ask her to enter into a relationship with him? Even if she was not frightened of him going insane with bloodlust and harming her, it was something that he was wary of.

He pushed it out of his mind. Hal rarely enjoyed himself, and this was going to be a day that he would keep in his memory. "We're going to a park. Sort of." It was on the outskirts of the park, actually, on a hill and a little farther away from the town. That way they could see the stars in the sky and the lights below, too. It was a nice view, and it was secluded, away from people.

"Are you sure that you're going to be able to walk in those heels?" One of the things that Hal had not packed away in his basket was a pair of shoes for her. He wondered if that would be a necessity if he ever took her on a date again, and made a mental note to check what shoes she was wearing before he ever asked her to spend a day with him again. "It's a little far."

Alycia felt a blush run across her cheeks at Hal's compliment. She really was lucky wasn't she? She got a man that not only knew how to treat a woman, but would protect her and gave her butterflies with the sweet things he said. "You're so sweet, that was beautiful." She gave him a soft hug before she walked beside him towards their destination. She was a little curious as to where they were going though; her thoughts were answered when he explained that they were going to the outskirts of a park where they would be able to see the skyline, and not be around too many people. "That sounds perfect." And it truly did.

When he asked about her shoes she looked to them before she smiled. "I've spent 8 hours on my feet in these are work, I think I'll be ok." That had been the one day she had accidently slept in and ended up grabbing the first pair of shoes she saw. If she had survived that, she could probably survive a bit of a walk with Hal. Everything was so peaceful during their walk. There were couples here or there that would pass them; but for the most part they were alone. She saw the park up ahead and was honestly glad they were almost there; sitting down would be wonderful about now.

Hal raised a single brow and looked down at her shoes again. "Eight hours in those contraptions?" Perhaps they should have used tactics like that in the ancient wars - such torture would have gotten men to talk much more quickly than anything else Hal could imagine. When they passed people he put an arm around her waist, bringing her just a little closer to himself. Admittedly it was a protective gesture.
It was quite a walk, and he had warned her. Hal hoped that her feet were not aching too terribly much when they finally got there. He removed the blanket from the basket and set it down, taking a tad longer than it would have taken someone else because he had to make sure that the corners were straight. Perhaps his routines really had become a compulsive disorder, he thought with bemusement.
When they sat down he got the food ready. He had cooked some of it himself, Annie the rest. Hal's age came into play once more with his cooking abilities. He had learned a lot as a vampire, though the learning usually took place when he was on the side considered 'good'. He had switched from side to side so many times that, before Alycia, it had been becoming difficult to fathom a future in which he would not turn to the other side as soon as something went wrong.

She giggled hearing his comment about her shoes before she nodded. "Yup. Eight hours." She finally arrived with him and let him place the blanket down, fixing the edges as she figured he would want to. She slipped her shoes off of her feet before stepping on the blanket and sitting down with him. He was right; they were alone and the view was absolutely beautiful. She was glad she'd grabbed her coat, and that she'd worn the tights to keep her legs warm. She looked to him as he set up the food. "Did you make it?" She asked curiously. She knew he could cook, at least she had a good feeling he could, and even if he wasn't the best, she knew Annie would've helped him out.

She relaxed with him on the blanket as she looked up at the sky. It was truly beautiful and made her wonder what kind of things they didn't know about yet that the world kept secret from them. She let out a content sigh as she ate with him; chatting a little bit as they are. "There was one time I was trying to cook for my parents for my mom's birthday…yeah uh, the house almost caught fire. Thankfully my brother was able to help me put out the fire before it caught on anything that could've spread." She giggled a bit. "And that was just from trying to make toast!"

"I made some of it." Hal answered. "Annie made some while I was looking for a blanket that wasn't moth-bitten." No, not all of the blankets that they had were moth-bitten, most were quite warm. But for one reason or another Hal had deemed each and every one acceptable. He still had his qualms about the blanket they were seated on, but it was large, clean, and would keep them from sitting on dirt.
As they ate, they talked. Hal listened to her story of the time she almost burnt down the house trying to cook, and his brows furrowed. "Even cooking over a campfire I have never had an issue such as that." He said, trying to imagine the carnage that would have been there had her brother not helped. It was quite humorous, when he thought about it, and he had to try not to laugh. His lips ended up twitching into a bit of a smile anyway.
"Tell me more about your life before you became perhaps one of the most disturbing neighbors I've ever had." Hal requested. Coming from anyone else it would have sounded like an insult. Hell, it probably was an insult, but he didn't mean it that way. Alycia did disturb him, but she kept him good. She provided him with things to do, she wasn't afraid of him - Hal would never have admitted it to anyone, but he liked it when she bothered him. Though he did have to try particularly hard not to think about the rugs that he hadn't swept under in her house when he'd done the floors.

"It's very good." She complimented his cooking as she smiled when he spoke of trying to find a blanket that wasn't moth-ridden. "Well if you had said something I had a quilt I could've grabbed from the closet." She finished eating with him as she told him stories about her childhood. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully when he teased her about being one of the most disruptive neighbors he'd had. "You know you love me." She teased him a bit before she tried to think of another story she could tell him. She told him a few more stories about when she was a teen and her hair went blonde by accident when she was trying to color her hair with light brown highlights.

She loved the time alone with him. Everything was just perfect that night. She looked out at the lights of the city twinkling as the cars moved around the town they called home. She was so glad that she'd taken that chance to get out of that place that she'd been living in. It was the best decision that she'd ever made. She looked to Hal after a moment before she spoke up. "You ok? You look like something's on your mind."

Hal listened to her stories, his lips occasionally twitching into a smile when they came upon a funny bit of her life. He listened to the way she laughed, and watched the way the minimal light shone off of her face. She was beautiful, he thought, and this time he did not bother to keep himself from staring. That was, after all, what people were supposed to do on dates - pay attention to each other. It was so, so easy to let his attention be taken with her.
Most of his attention. The rugs were still bouncing around the back of his mind.
Of course she had to ask him about what he was thinking of. Hal's eyes flickered over to her, and the slightest of smirks crossed his face. "I could tell you that I was thinking of your beauty, or the way your hair shines in the moonlight. I could say that your eyes are like the stars, twinkling and joyful and terribly distracting. I could even say that I was wondering about the future, and whether or not we have one together, for I surely wish that we do."
This was as close as Hal would ever get to joking around with her.
"But I was thinking about the rugs that I hadn't swept under yet." The vampire finished, one corner of his mouth pulling into the tiniest of smirks.

Looking to him as he spoke she noticed the slight smirk on his face and listened to what he was telling her. She thought he was very sweet and was actually felt her cheeks lighten up just a bit before he told her what he'd really been thinking about and she almost smacked herself on the forehead as she gave him a look before she giggled. "Seriously Hal? That was almost the sweetest thing I've ever heard." And it was, she had almost leaned over and kissed him before he had told her about the rugs. "You…are a complicated one Hal." She leaned over and gave him a kiss anyway as she gently ran her fingers over his face. "I do hope we have a future together too. I've never felt the way I feel around you with anyone else."

She knew she was in love and she knew Hal was the only person she wanted to be with. Somewhere along the line of annoying him now and again, she fell for him…and she fell hard. She gently rested her forehead against his own, sitting there in the night together. She honestly wished she could freeze time just for a little while longer so she could stay close to him. He may see himself as a monster because of what he was, but she didn't see that. She saw all the good in him, she saw the strength he had to control himself and knew that one day she did want to be like him…she didn't want to grow older while he stayed young forever…

Well, they had always said that 'honesty is the best policy'. Apparently that was true, because Alycia was smiling at him and her laughter was music to his ears. That was something that he would have chosen to listen to even over the composing greats themselves. He nearly wanted to laugh himself when she leaned over and gave him a kiss anyway. Nearly. He didn't, of course, but his mood was much lighter than it usually was.

"Then I suppose the time to ask would be now." Hal said, more to himself than to her. "Would you consider entering into a relationship with me?" He couldn't bring himself to say the word 'girlfriend'. Not yet. It sounded almost crass to his five-hundred year old ears, like it was a mocking title rather than something special. Her title in his head, for now, was simply 'mine'. More often than not it was also 'perfect', and, occasionally - like when she got after him for re-organizing the cupboards three times in a single day - 'stupid'. But it was always loving, somehow, and that thought was something that confused him greatly.

Hal brought a hand up to her face when she rested her forehead against his own, thumb stroking her cheek. He waited for an answer and felt an odd little ball of nerves swell up inside of him. He pushed that away. He knew how to talk to women and this was no different - at least that's what he told himself.

Looking to Hal when he spoke asking her if she'd like to enter into a relationship with him, she could feel her heart swelling in her chest as she smiled at him and nodded. "I would love to." She felt his hand against her face as their foreheads rested together. She was so happy that he'd asked her that, she loved the fact that they were going to be committed to one another; no one else would ever have her attention like he did. She wanted so badly to tell him that she loved him, but she decided to hold off on that for a little while longer. She honestly felt like the luckiest girl in all of England at the moment. She moved to cuddle right next to him as she rested her head against his lightly.

This night was going perfect. She knew that Annie would probably be squealing when she told her that she and Hal were now in a relationship. While some girls wouldn't like the old-fashionedness Hal had about him, Alycia adored it. She didn't know why but just the way he was, old fashioned attitude and all, made her happy. She had a thought that entered her mind that made her giggle a bit. Since they were together, he'd be over more often than not probably and Emma would start seeing him as her father figure, possibly even start calling him 'daddy'. She had to wonder how he'd react to something like that.