Sweetheartedly

With which Lyfe of the vpꝛight Beeing of the Lone‘^([sic – meaning Loue]) / God hath ſhewed Mercy on vs / to the end that we ſhoulde liue loueingly, ſweetheartedly, and peaceably therin / vnder the Obedience of the Loue.

[…] the way they went up, under tails and threading tormentors, shunning the startraps and slipping in sliders, risking a runway, ruing reveals, from Elder Arbor to La Puiree, eskipping the clockback, crystal in carbon, sweetheartedly.

“Michel and Jean will be assisting today.” The tailor’s eyes hover at my chin. Sweat from his hair drips just above my upper lip, he wears a fruity hair mouse. “Are you ready, Sweetheart?” I don’t want to respond to him: what is “ready?”. But my Second, the me I’ve learned to keep specially for answering sweetheartedly, says yes. I close my eyes and wait.