I slammed the jar down onto the tiny winged person before it even knew I was in the room. I'd done it! I'd caught an actual fairy! It wasn't a female as I had thought it was, but the winged boy was still cute.
He startled around with wide maroon eyes, searching for an exit. The panicked expression laster only an instant. He knew he was caught and he turned out not to be the begging type. He glowered up at me with indignant rage.
His translucent wings were a passionate crimson, and his liefy outfit a dark rosewood red to match his hair. He had the appearance of an autumn breeze, if that even made sense. It was what his ruffled look evoked in me. Even standing still in the still air of the glass jar, his hair and clothes and wings fluttered as if in wind. He had an aura of something savage and wild, yet his features struck the perfect balance between handsome and adorable with a hint of something dangerous.
“Release me immediately!” he demanded, stomping his foot on the wood of my desk. I placed a book on top of the jar to keep it in place. My desk really was a mess. I'd been lucky he'd landed on the one uncluttered place on the entire thing. Drawings, pencils, books, papers, a mostly empty bottle of wine... And a jar holding a fairy.
“You're magic, aren't you?” I asked.
“Of course I am,” he said indignantly crossing his arms, yet there was a tone of pride in there as well.
“I've heard stories. A fairy has to grant their captor a wish in return for being set free.” The fairy boy just glowered in answer. “Well? It's a fair deal, don't you think? Or should I keep you as my pet?”
“How is it fair!?” the fairy boy demanded. “What right did you have to trap me anyway!?”
“You were trespassing.”
“Your window was open. I just popped in for a moment to look at your drawings of fairies. Looks like you've spied me before. Though I see you thought I was a girl. Such skimpy drawings. You really are a pervert,” the boy mocked, sticking out his tongue. I felt a flush of irritation, but let it subside. I was in control here and this fairy boy would learn some respect.
“You will grant my wish if you ever want our of that jar again,” I commanded. The fairy looked in vain once more for a way out of the jar, but of course there wasn't any. Finally he relented and reluctantly asked,
“What is your wish, your highness?” he made a mocking bow.