Yasmin:

Yasmin knew that it was the right thing to do the minute the words flowed from her mouth. The ancient act of necromancing was forbidden, scorned upon by the Capulets and Montagues equally. It was one of the few things they agreed on. Yasmin dug her pale, lithe fingers into the moist soil right above Orion's burial casket, feeling a smile slide into place as her fingers ran lightly over the engravings covering Orion's casket. Chanting under her breath, she called to Orion's soul, begging, pleading. She thought she could find Orion's soul anywhere, no matter the distance, but it appears that even Yasmin has lost sight of it. 

She stretched her invisible hands, inky black tendrils pouring from the very tips of her fingers and snaking its way through the thick fog. The everlasting fog. Yasmin sifted through the wandering souls, looking for Orion's. He was close. She could feel it in her bones. No one else could cause her heart to spark like he did. She grabbed onto Orion's arm, clutching it. Desperate, she dragged his soul towards her, feeling every cell in her body warm with every groggy step he took. Then she saw him. His soul didn't have any of Orion's ruggishly handsome looks but she gasped with shock. Even the soul seemed to stand a little straighter and cock its head. Yasmin drew it in, holding back the relieved sobs. This was going to work. It had to.

She pulled the casket through the loose ground, brushing away the clumps of brown. It sparkled just like it had when the casket had been lowered into the ground. Yasmin shivered. The relived moments of torture that had come after Orion's death was something that Yasmin never wanted to feel again. In her nightmares it felt like she had been there, watching as the beautiful coffin had been lowered into the ground. Drawing her mind back towards the task at hand, a sweat had begun to bead on her brow. Fighting the tears and keeping the magic steady was draining everything out of her. But she owed it to Orion. Orion, with eyes like the North Star. Orion, with a laugh that sent chills of pleasure through her. Orion, with his smile reserved just for her. Yasmin stiffened and opened the casket, gritting her teeth against the burning sensation searing her from the inside. She settled the soul inside the casket and cried out as a flashing, blinding light swept through the forest. She collapsed, the mud coating her buckskin cloak. Her arms were throbbing, pulsing with liquid fire. Still, Yasmin drew herself up, leaning and breathing heavily against a gnarled trunk. A shifting from the casket made her freeze, and she gazed at the coffin with hope and joy. A low growl of a moan sounded from inside the golden box, getting louder and louder until the familiar figure stumbled to its feet.

A fire threatened to consume Yasmin's heart. A ravaging, screaming fire. A small gasp escaped her lips as the figure turned to her, its familiar eyes of piercing blue training on her with the intensity only a Montague could have.

"Orion?" Yasmin whispered, digging her nails into the peeling bark. She wouldn't let herself hope. She knew about the failures of necromancy, the monstrous beings that had come as a result. Orion staggered back in disbelief, scanning every inch of her. 

"I can't believe this," Orion gasped, keeling over. Finding her strength, Yasmin bolted to him, wrapping her arms around his muscled frame. Her tears soaked through his stained tunic. Orion hesitantly put his arms around her, shaking. 

"It's me. Orion, it's me." Yasmin put her hands on his stubbled face, so lightly that the hair pricked her fingers. He inhaled deeply then hugged her with a ferocity that almost knocked the both of them over. They stood there like that, under the blurry moon, caught and trapped in the moment like a fly in a spider's web. More than anything, Yasmin didn't want to leave. 

"How did you bring me back?" Orion chuckled but it soon faded as he stared at Yasmin with an anxious disbelief. "No. Mina, no." His nickname for her brought a faint smile to her lips.

"There was no other way, Orion. I couldn't live without you."

He ran a hand through his unruly silver hair. Yasmin studied him in awe- he looked like the moon, strikingly beautiful despite just coming out of a grave. 

"They're going to hunt us, Yasmin. Kill the both of us. I don't know how your father managed to spare you but after this you're as good as dead." His expression was pained, swimming with regret. "I can't let anyone hurt you again." He choked on his words. The sound seemed to send a silver spear through her heart. Yasmin pursed her lips. Orion looked up at her, confused.

"Why aren't you scared?" Orion whispered, kneeling into the muck. Without thinking, Yasmin fell beside him and pressed her forehead to him, her breath caught in her throat.

"Because no matter where we go, we will always be together." Yasmin interlaced his fingers with hers, gesturing to the open casket. "See? Even death couldn't keep us apart." She looked at him fiercely, feeling a rush of determination. "There is no way in all of the ten hells I will ever let anyone or anything separate us again."