#moroccan mirror

[mikfelt]

[catalaans]

Guest in San Diego Inspiration for a large eclectic guest bedroom remodel with white walls and no fireplace and a dark wood floor.

[oldmanweldon]

Powder Room - Bathroom Inspiration for a small contemporary black tile and cement tile cement tile floor and multicolored floor powder room remodel with a one-piece toilet, black walls, a pedestal sink and marble countertops

[missroxelot]

Richmond Bathroom Powder Room Powder room - small traditional medium tone wood floor, brown floor and wallpaper powder room idea with raised-panel cabinets, green cabinets, a two-piece toilet, pink walls, an undermount sink, quartzite countertops, white countertops and a floating vanity

[blooniverse]

Traditional Powder Room An illustration of a traditional powder room design with a dark wood floor, an undermount sink, black cabinets, and patterned walls.

[wonkrups]

San Francisco Bathroom Powder Room Transitional powder room design featuring a dark wood floor, a brown floor, flat-panel cabinets, a black sink, and white countertops.

[easy-coome-easy-go]

Eclectic Bedroom Large eclectic guest bedroom idea with white walls and no fireplace and a dark wood floor.

[intothewordless]

Bathroom - Powder Room Example of a small trendy black tile and cement tile cement tile floor and multicolored floor powder room design with a one-piece toilet, black walls, a pedestal sink and marble countertops

[yeesiine]

I am not taking a selfie, I am just checking my camera quality.

[erikamohacsi-blog]

[charaftape]

Unparalleled Elegance

Elevate your space with the mesmerizing patterns, vibrant colors, and intricate designs that adorn our Moroccan lamps. Each one tells a unique story, making it a true work of art.

[allin-lightfoot-1981]

Farmhouse Moroccan Shaped Bronze & Gold ARCHED WALL MIRROR Vanity Entry Bath | Home & Garden, Home Décor, Mirrors | eBay! #Bathroomdiy

[vigilantedelmaule]

Master Bath Austin Inspiration for a mid-sized Mediterranean master bathroom remodel featuring a trough sink, granite countertops, and blue walls with black tile and porcelain tile.

[littlelamy]

you were right!

a/n: okay, i know you guys might be tired of me doing these but this is my last one! i hope you all like it 😜 gifs from @rafeyscurtainbangs

The blazing Moroccan sun beats down on Rafe, its intensity mirrored by the firestorm raging in his mind. Dust hangs in the air around him, adding to the harshness of the moment as he stands over the well. Below, Groff coughs and groans, his face contorted in pain, but Rafe barely spares him a second glance. His rage overpowers everything else, even the satisfaction he should feel. He narrows his eyes, voice laced with anger and finality.

“Checkmate, bitch!” he yells down, his words slicing through the hot, tense air. The motorcycle engine he’d used to get out here sits idle a few feet away, rumbling like his frustration.

He turns on his heel, muttering a curse, fists clenched. As he stalks away from the well, he pulls out his phone and dials Sofia’s number, his chest tight with the realization that everything he thought he knew was a lie.

Sofia answers after two rings, her voice as casual as if he hadn’t just found out about her betrayal. “Hey, babe, what’s up ?”

Rafe’s voice is steely, cold. “Is it true? Is it true, what Groff just told me? Is it?”

The silence on her end is all he needs. He can practically hear her scrambling for words, but she never manages to answer. His face twists in anger.

“Pack your shit. Get out of my house,” he snarls, a final, unforgiving edge in his voice. “God, after everything I did for you? We’re done. Done.” He hangs up before she can say another word, shoving his phone back into his pocket with a bitter scoff. Betrayed, twice over—and he’d ignored the only person who saw it coming.

He stands there, baking in the Moroccan heat, his mind racing back to a month ago in Kildare, when you and he had argued over Sofia. You’d warned him that she wasn’t who she seemed. He’d brushed you off, accusing you of jealousy—knowing damn well that there was more to it. You were his best friend, but it was complicated; that line had already been crossed too many times, with late-night kisses and tangled sheets. But you two hadn’t spoken since that fight, since the way he’d brushed you off had hurt deeper than either of you cared to admit.

Taking a breath, he pulls out his phone again, fingers hovering over your name. He hesitates, swallowing his pride, before finally pressing call.

The phone rings, and you pick up after a few moments, your voice tight with annoyance. “What, Rafe?”

Your tone makes him pause, but the way you sound almost comforts him, even with the irritation clear in your voice. You’re there—back in Kildare, probably sitting cozy in your little apartment. Meanwhile, he’s out here under the scorching sun, alone, trying to piece together his pride.

He clears his throat. “Hey… princess,” he says, voice softened, the pet name slipping out before he can stop it. He can almost feel you rolling your eyes on the other end, but he presses on, the words weighing heavy on him. “I—uh… Look, I’m sorry. You were right.”

There’s a surprised pause, and he hears you shift in your seat as if you’re debating whether to hang up or let him speak. When you do answer, your tone is a bit softer, cautious.

“What happened?”

Rafe lets out a dry, humorless laugh. “Turns out Sofia was exactly who you said she was. A snake. And here I was, thinking you were just being… petty. But I guess I’m the idiot, huh?”

You breathe out, and he can picture you shaking your head, lips pressed together. “You wouldn’t listen,” you say quietly, as if the words hold more hurt than anger.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in his voice. “I know. I was so damn sure you were just jealous. I mean—” He pauses, grappling with how to say it. “Hell, I thought you were jealous because you… I don’t know. I thought you didn’t want me with her because we…” His voice trails off, but the implication lingers between you.

“Yeah,” you say softly, almost to yourself. “I get it.”

Rafe bites his lip, letting the words sink in. “Can I see you? I’m done here in a few days, and I could be back in Kildare very soon. I could stop by, explain… properly.”

A beat passes, and when you finally speak, it’s careful, guarded. “After everything you said last time, why should I?”

He laughs softly, almost self-deprecating. “Because I think you might be the only person I can trust right now. And… I miss you.” His voice drops, laced with a warmth he can’t help. “Even if you’re just going to gloat and rub it in my face.”

You chuckle, and he smiles, savoring the sound. “I don’t know if I miss you or if I just feel sorry for you,” you tease, but the playfulness is back in your tone, if only faintly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, amusement lacing his words. “Act like you don’t care. But come on, you miss me. Admit it.”

A small silence follows, and he imagines the way your lips twitch into a smile. Finally, you relent. “Maybe a little. But you’re bringing wine. Good wine.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby,” he says, the flirtation back in his voice. “Only the best for you.”

You scoff, but he hears the hint of a laugh. It’s the closest thing he’s had to a good moment in a long time. He takes a breath, savoring the thought of leaving this mess behind and getting back to Kildare—back to the only person who knew him well enough to call him out, and care anyway. As the call ends, he puts his phone in his pocket, a grin spreading across his face, motivating him to get that crown and go to his princess.

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[crystalgemzine]

Eclectic Bedroom in San Diego Bedroom - large eclectic guest bedroom idea with a dark wood floor and a brown floor, white walls, and no fireplace

[personal-vacation-planner]

Moroccan Mirrors:

Captivating Elegance: Moroccan Mirrors and the Allure of Morocco; In the realm of Moroccan decor and furniture from Morocco, the mystique of moroccan mirrors stands out as captivating pieces that transcend mere reflection. Each moroccan mirror, whether it’s a moroccan wall mirror or a large moroccan mirror, is a work of art that resonates with the soul of Moroccan design. From the intricate details of moroccan full length mirrors to the charm of moroccan floor mirrors, these mirrors are not just functional accessories but statements of elegance.The diverse range of morocco mirrors caters to every taste. Wooden moroccan mirrors and moroccan wood mirrors bring a touch of nature indoors, while moroccan shaped mirrors and moroccan arch mirrors add a dash of architectural artistry. Small moroccan mirrors delicately enhance spaces, while moroccan tile mirrors infuse color and vibrancy. The exquisite moroccan bathroom mirror combines form and function seamlessly, reflecting the beauty of moroccan style.